Here it goes, here it goes, here it goes again

I want to go swimming.

Oh yes, it's not even march yet. Yes, it is snowing up north still. Yes, yes, and YES it is technically still winter. But that dadgum groundhog (whom I almost called a gopher) saw his shadow. Or didn't... whatever he saw (or didn't see) he said it would be spring. He said it was coming. And we all know, random gophers are always correct.

I mean, spring is here. It's been in the high 70s. We are in spring. But the trees are still brown, the pool still cold, and the sky is still gray.

oh dear. I long so for spring. Summer actually. Semester, get over with.

Ah well.

Are those new leaves or
are they simply old, dead ones
I just cannot tell

~LS

my laptop looks like an octopus, or an experiment, or perhaps an otherworldly being.

electrical cords portude from every side of it, splaying off in different directions. ther must be ten or more cords lying on the desk. They block it, make it look cluttered. I think I hate them.

part of me wants to unplug all the cords and throw them in the incinerator. It would make the desk look so much clearer. But could the computer survive? I see it as an ancient being (it's only three years old...) hooked up to all these things in order to stay alive. It's connected to life support, and to disconnect that would be certain doom.

naturally, I'm not going to unplug anything. These cords are all useful, and life without them would be quite difficult.

but I definitely hate them.