Survival Of The Fattest

Chink, chink, chink. My blog done froze up. Have to chip off the ice before I can post something. I've stopped looking at the weather. Every time I pick up the paper, it says, "cold all week and into next week. " It says, "supposed slight chance of sun before more cold air and clouds move in." My survival instincts have kicked in, and I am now eating lots of food with high fat content. I am driven to do it, as if my body knows something I don't know --that one of these nights I might wander disoriented and naked out into the dark, exposing myself to the elements. Or that I am about to be led blindfolded into the woods for an ancient ritual of my people, where I will be left to build a fire using only my mental energies. My body is preparing for that.

While all this is happening, I am also beset by a condition known as Sweater Apathy. I've spent so much time bundled in sweaters and cardigans, I've lost all sense of my body, or that I even have a body. This is the danger of winter lasting too long. The need for comfort, the drive to survive, and the physical detachment and disorientation that result all lead to one thing : Spring Ass!

A coin phrased by my sister Laura, and described in her poem of the same name. Beware, it's out there, it's coming, it's already here.....SPRING ASS!