5-fuckin'-30 AM. Why am I up? I'm almost always up (but not awake) this early or earlier, in summer when it's still light. But this time of year? No. It's still dark. Too early to let the chickens out. My pookie is still in happy dreamland. Even my faithful dog gave me the "Screw u, bithc, I'm sleeping in." look this morning.
So, here I sit, conditioned by a cruel society to be up at this ungodly hour, already feeding my new social media addiction while feeding my old caffeine addiction. Forecast is cold, windy and snow showers so, no picnics today. I like picnics. Except when the ants show up. But that's not the point here. The point is picnics are OUTSIDE where Random does not like to venture in brutal, subarctic, life threatening conditions. Not to mention how the cold wind dries out her delicate princess skin and so musses her golden locks of hair. (Which always looks like she just got out of bed anyway no matter how much she brushes it)
The point is, it's not even officially winter yet and I am already asking, Is it spring yet?

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