burnt

it's a savage time of year, dear readers, that's no lie...there's a limit to the endurance of every spirit, and the end of a bleak winter will try even the most patient of souls.

warmth and life are a faded memory, and the palette of grays that nature has chose besmear the world with doesn't help. gray skies, gray clouds; gray dirty old snow.

all is slush.

and then the cold & flu season comes to reap its terrible harvest of used tissues and expended sick days.

i tell you, dear readers, pro is a little burnt out. apologies for the gap in our communications, i daresay i have been letting this great big world get on top of me these past 2 weeks...something you cannot afford to do when you are only an inch high. i was spending some time being sick in bed sock, and i found myself shivering, but too weak and lethargic to even light my candle. after all that effort! honestly.

we have to be careful, don't we, to not let ourselves be snuffed out - to rekindle our own flame, and not allow the ill winds of fate to blow it out.

may your fires burn until the very last - all the way down.

melt

this past week i took a walk out in the enpuddled springtime to bring you an up-close perspective on the fine line between winter and spring, between freezing ice and flowing water. the transition of a turning world to warmer days ahead.

and i walked the line.

pep

head colds are difficult for everyone, but i feel that the halls cough drops folks are getting unseemly amounts of pleasure from kicking those who are down.

"a pep talk in every drop" sounds like a cheerful idea at the outset, but it is perhaps the nature of their work - catering to the phlegmy, muzzy-headed ill - that brings out the vindictive, aggressive side of these drop-mongers. what are meant to be encouraging words come off like the assaulting catch phrases a-type sports fathers scream at their children from the sidelines at practice.

competitive sports never were my metier, and now is really not the time to be fending off soccer dads. i wish you'd leave well enough alone, halls; just print out a picture of a rabbit or something inoffensive that a congested head can process, hmm? you don't see the tissues offering judgment.

...yet.