a stare, a sigh, more sighing

Tonight, I asked myself what my New Year’s resolutions were. This casual scrutiny arising in the midst of dealing with a work order for a flooded bathroom and looking at flight availability to NYC. The question having the same spontaneity as that of a Big Bang, or of a wholly entertaining evening at the Academy Awards.

And? I remembered! Cycling and recycling. The latter of which I am doing a stellar job of since I made the fabulous discovery that everything is made out of plastic, including most domesticated animals, and no recycling center would object to the free profits back into their system - recycling dumpsters seem even less motivated to decry my efforts.

Recycling centers don’t work on profit either, that was totally untrue. Apologies for being misleading.

However, the prior resolution has been the victim of an unforgiving homicide. Granted, the weather has been in the 20s and 30s for many weeks now and I have little motivated to trek under those conditions as the brave souls do. But, I have both verbally and nonverbally committed myself to once again mounting the saddle once a 50 ºF breeze rolls through the Blacksburg valley.

Until then, I might get some rest and shut-eye.

  
  Music: Jon Brion, "Wouldn't Have It Any Other Way"

3 Responses to “a stare, a sigh, more sighing”

  1. Megzee Says:

    Domesticated animals?

  2. Colleen Says:

    pray tell- what sort of domesticated animals are made of plastic? I hope dancing bears fit somewhere in there….if so, that would be fantastic. seriously.

  3. Ryan Says:

    The sort of domesticated animals I enjoy. How many organic species have 6-axis rotation? Hmm?

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