Oh, some genius read it on the internet...

I am tired.  Look, jimmy, quit calling my apartment.  I don't care if one of your pals "looked it up on the internet" and doesn't believe squirrels hibernate. Quit leaving messages, to that effect, on my machine. I AM hibernating.  I feel compelled to remind you that, statistically speaking, half of all you people are even dumber than the average idiot. Leave me alone. Right now I am drinking some warm milk, and TRYING to get back to sleep and ready for Spring. If I need to spell it out for you, that means a little down-time to recharge the XY mojo factory. Unlike Mrs. jimmy, come Spring, my lady friends will not need to become accustomed to disappointment.  Google that, jimbo.

one last thing before i hibernate, and i am looking forward to a little shut-eye...

freedom can tolerate justice,
but freedom cannot endure security.

goodnight jimmy.  see you next spring.

Happy Birthday

There is a faint glimmer of sound and whisper of light.  (See what i did there, with the words and their perceptions? And now - parenthetically letting you get a peek inside my head...this is the kind of moment that just allows me to wish that, in just this one instance, I were you, so that I could enjoy me in a new way.)  Shine on me, autumn breeze.