Spring

Yesterday was an exemplary spring day, and Bongo & Lola chose to spend it convalescing in bed. Perhaps they're exhausted from all the window-to-window bird watching they've been doing. Or perhaps they're overcome by the cyclical, repetitive nature of their days. Sleep, wake, kibble, nap, windowsill, nap, bath, nap, kibble, repeat.

I relate, which is why, whilst they slept, I looked at airfares online and daydreamed about the trip I'll be taking later this summer. I do have a destination in mind, but honestly, any change of scenery--even a trip to the blandest place I can think of--would get my lazy synapses firing again after that impossibly long winter.