On this morning of ThunderSleet and Invasion, it is possible to see something in the past that holds us in a state of curious confusion. Case in point — Smilodon Disrexus posted the following two Februaries ago:
In Our Defense
Did it even seem like a good idea at the time? We wish for that classic deflection — used liberally, like olive oil or butter
Now that we have that out of the way, what next? Uh oh…
February still feels cold, the rain is still deeply wet, and a cough lingers. The three deer on the pond bank look grayer than usual. Novel Coronavirus seethes and barks while Influenza delivers a left hook to the immune system as it trash-talks this season’s vaccine. Coffee is even more delicious than it was yesterday, and rye whiskey has earned some respect. This helps counterbalance governmental corruption
Take heart, for spring will be here soon
Again — spring will be here soon. Followed by winter again.