Where I blather

My coffee is already cold. The sun is out, but it's not warm. I am lusting for spring. I need green and shoots out of the ground. Rains that wash away the dirty slush. I want the sun on bare legs.

My hair is a wild animal today. I let it go curly and it looks very 80's. I need day-glo legwarmers. And a whitesnake t-shirt.