Given how early those tophats will roust my ass in the morning, I really should be asleep. But I find myself filled with anticipation over the possible climate change to come. God, anything would be better than more periods of the current.
I look forward to my female handlers after the big gig is over. I hear Bill Murray will not be showing him up. That’s okay…he was an exta tank of gas for my ratings, but otherwise a non-playa.
I know I should be sleeping, but I find myself filled with anticipation of what the morning will bring. There are the tophats, of course, cranking up the heat to roust my ass, then that cold shock as I emerge into the light and noise. But there is also the potential for climate change to come, and always the power. Having dominion over the Spring, pushing it this way or that with the slightest turn of my head and the steady gaze I’m known for.
The best part of course is snuggling up with my female handlers after the big gig is over. The tophats turn me over promptly so they can devote full attention to out-gassing into the microphones. May their nostrils freeze.
Enjoy the day my unicycling friends.
PPhil
Spring
Snow melts, yes, while creeks
swell and daffodils peek through.
I get to say “when”.