Wake Me Up When It Is Springtime
Am I alone in this winter-wonderland feeling just a little tired and lazy? Am I alone in needing to kick myself up my own arse every morning so that the real work can get done?
Christ if only I could have been born a cat. I have just frozen my fingers to the bone getting enough wood for the fire as the cat watches. Then I make the fire. The cat gets closer but still just watches. Right now when the fire is blazing the cat is stretched out on a soft surface basking in the rays of this alternative sun. My cat lives the life of a princess.
Middle-Winter has got to me this year. More than other years. I am more grumpy and slow, sleepy and anti-social. The best joke that I can come up with is that I feel like kicking that cat.
This winter I even struggle to laugh at the things that usually amuse us all. Fancy speeches from politicians seem to be just another speech that can be ignored. Usually a laugh or two can be found from such speeches but this year I can only say ”Here we go again”.
Even if George W Bush jnr came back into the spotlights, with his special sense of the joke, I doubt that I could gather up the energy to laugh or even to return the joke.
I need to use a Laptop computer next week. My old working computer has also sunk into this dismal winter. Maybe I can work with this new laptop computer from my bed. That would mean that I did not need to get out of the bed at anytime in the day or the night. But then I guess the battery would need to be charged. Winter-time is so beastly.
Maybe I should visit the hairdresser down the road and get a new style. I have au natural white and grey mixed with a few streaks of darker bits right now. Maybe I should change my hair style and go pink or purple or whatever. No, no, no, too much trouble. Not worth the effort.
Perhaps my male-ness needs re-styling. If I had a nice pair of tits I could stay in bed all day long and play with myself. But no, my man-boobs are really nothing special. They are about as big as my dwindling biceps. Do you think I need to go to the gym? Nah: too expensive and much too far to walk. Too many changes of clothes. Too much hassle in wintertime.
My local hedgehogs and squirrels seem to know the best way. They will simply hibernate. They just say wake me up when the warmer Springtime comes along. They do not fall for the tricks and treats of 24/7 happiness.
Yes! That's it. I now have my excuse and my justification to be sad and bad and winter-time-miserable. Now I can be lazy with good reason.
I feel better already.
Steve Bowles
