Better Be Careful

Today is May 2.

Did you know that? It is fucking May already. Bet you didn't know that. Too busy crawling off to work pretending that you are getting somewhere in life.

You suffered through the long, agonizing winter, praying on your knees twice a day every day for 5 months, for warm weather to come. Of course it is not here yet, but it is spring (that mythical season).

April is a motherfucker. That's the month all the believers are running around telling you SPRING IS HERE! SPRING IS HERE! Intelligent people know it is not.

But here's the thing - April does birth hope in the soul. Even the intelligent start to know that warm weather is coming. It is inevitable. But April tortures you.

And then it just blows by. A few warm days to tease you, give you just a taste. Mostly shit weather - cold, rainy, disappointing. You are waiting, still praying, trying to beat back hope so you won't be too disappointed in the now and suddenly, it is May.

Holy shit. It is fucking May. Time to start living (as soon as it gets warm) but you are uneasy. If April blew by that fast, what the hell is the rest of spring/summer gonna do?

BLOW BY, that's what.

So you gotta be alert at this time of year. When a good day rolls around you gotta grab it by the balls. Drop whatever the fuck you are doing and get outside and do something - anything - that allows you to dig on the day. Run around your yard naked and screaming the mantra - warm weather rocks - warm weather rocks - WARM WEATHER FUCKING ROCKS.

Because you don't know what the rest of the "good weather" season is going to do to you. Sometimes it sucks. Not enough warmth, not enough sun, too much fucking rain. And if that happens you will truly regret blowing those 70 degree May days.

Ride the roller coaster of good weather emotion like a pro. Take charge. And always remember:

April is indeed a motherfucker.