I'm feeling a little...restless, I guess is the best word for it. I just read this:
"The Vernal Equinox is one of two days in the year in which the tilt of the Earth's axis is inclined neither away from nor toward the sun, which is vertically above a point on the equator." Translation: it's SPRING, bitches! And man, do I have the fevah. It's bad. I have a shit-ton of work to do, yet here I am doing this instead. Taking a thirty-minute break to run around the campus. Socializing with co-workers I normally try to avoid, just to put off working. And I know there are other obvious reasons for this impatience, but regardless of the whys, it's been a real challenge to restrain myself from running screaming out of here (Yes Heather, and Yabba Dabba Dooing while I'm at it) and it's been like this for the past two weeks or so, progressively getting much worse after the five-day monsoon finally ended.
Everybody seems to be talking about the perfect weather they're having (except Florida people who say it's already in the high 80's which is a joke but that's why I don't live there anymore) and here is no different. Being able to walk around the neighborhood in jeans and a t-shirt in the evening; that's gone a long way toward calming my nerves, which seem to get worse at night, as always. Mornings, though? Are great. I bounce out of bed most times without even the benefit of the alarm clock and God knows that doesn't happen very often.
I'm having these weird urges...to dust off the golf clubs and go play at that cheap par three course we used to go to all the time. To go to Lowe's and spend a bunch of money we don't have on more flowers and plants and garden stuff. To go to the zoo. To keep the doors open as much as possible and wash everything inside the house with something citrus scented. I want to take our leaf blower and get rid of all the brown rotting pieces of shit leaves that are covering the yard and pissing me off with their dirty wet shittiness. What the hell, leaves. Nobody wanted you around after the third week in November when you fell anyway, you pains in the ass.
Most of the rest of the year it doesn't bother me I work inside at a desk four days a week. That is not the case right now. Now is when I regret not fulfilling my true destiny as a groupie for Motley Crue. It's probably a really good and healthy thing I'm taking a road trip soon. My head is about to explode, but on the plus side if it really did do that right now I'm sure glitter and rainbows would come flying out. Maybe a Broadway musical or two.
Totally off topic, a tip from my home to yours: Don't ever let the dog clean your plate of corned beef and cabbage. I admit it was a rookie mistake, but one that I will never make again. Though like Heather pointed out, it wasn't the dog's fault, but the living room smelled like hot garbage nonetheless. I had to stop Brian from emptying out an entire can of Oust directly onto the dog's ass. Sorry for the foulness right around lunchtime but I'm only trying to help.
But, okay. Back to work. Right after I take another little jaunt to somewhere other than here.
If Summer has the dog days (which make me feel the opposite of how I'm feeling right now), Spring should have puppy days - bouncy, happy, frolicking puppy days.