Prose – Part Five

butterflyI don’t know why I am so singularly uninspired.  (Perhaps it is the boiling rage souring my mental kettle?) Spring is springing around us here in the Nor’west; blossoms coming out of the warming dark earth and exploding on cherry trees like feather-weight popcorn.

But I feel more like cocooning myself in warm bedding and dim rooms than I did in the winter!  My to-do list for the week is not getting shorter fast enough.  But escaping the inertia holding me in my chair seems as impossible as me swimming the British Channel!

My entire inter-related and self-balancing schedule feels like one of those horrid 20-count calisthenic exercises once used in PT classes in high school!  I am out of beat already and cannot seem to catch myself up!