Dawn's unwelcome light is creeping up, even before the moon has set. Another warm day, no doubt. Sluggo is already demonstrating considerable annoyance at this meteorological misfortune. He took a few naps last night, and I was forced to spend the off-time staring at the pages of a book and not reading them, being myself bemused by the rapid onset of spring. Though always prone to woolgathering, I grow most distracted when this seductive balminess arrives. Hours can pass unheeded while my mind wanders, and then I will return to awareness and find all I have thought dissolving like a dream. Thus I know that one can be in two places at once, but can remain aware of only one of them.
Oh, the shameless birds are chirping.
Oh, the shameless birds are chirping.