Spring cannot get here fast enough.
I am smoking too many cigarettes (one is too many).
I am spending too much unproductive time sitting in this seat, staring at this screen and finding frivolous time wasters to justify my current existence.
I am outspending my monthly retirement check by about a grand or more a month.
I am sick and tired of beautiful blue sky days that invite me outdoors, but are still too damn windy and cold to spend more than a few minutes outside.
I am puzzled and frustrated by my inability to hold more than a simple thought in my head for more than a nanosecond, which makes it impossible to pen anything of substance.
I want to go home. (Newsflash: I AM HOME).
