do you hear them?

When all else fails, go outside in the crisp winter air and listen for the birds chirping. It will make you feel better every time.

Tomorrow my eyes will be going under the knife. Scary, but true. And when I come back to you, blog, I'll be seeing you much more clearly...loving you much more dearly....oh, wait...

So, as I fear the future, as I lament the present, I will now take myself outside and enjoy the chirping of the birds as they jump about eating seed and playing in the withered vines of winter.

Damn--if I had spent like 5 more minutes on that, it would have been Pulitzer-quality.