Up. Down. Up. Down. Up...
No. Heeheeheeheehee... No, I'm not doin' my daily calisthenics.
Not that I do those, anyway. I get more than enough exercise jumpin' down from the chesterfield and hikin' it into the kitchen, lookin' for snacks.
No, I'm not watchin' Peepers do her calisthenics, either.
What I am doin' is lookin' at the daily temperatures we've had over the last couple weeks.
For a while there, I was pretty worried 'bout Mother Nature not bein' allowed to enter Nova Scotia and bring us some nice spring weather. You know, with self-isolation rules and whatnot for enterin' our fair province.
BUT IT LOOKS LIKE SHE ARRIVED HERE YESTERDAY AND IS STAYIN' FOR THE ENTIRE WEEK!
On the other paw, maybe Mother Nature IS havin' to self-isolate for fourteen days after enterin' Nova Scotia. MAYBE MOTHER NATURE arrived here yesterday with spring weather in tow, and was told by Public Health she had to stick around.
SOUNDS GOOD TO ME.
I know I've griped a lot 'bout bein' cooped up with the peeps for the past two hundred and eighty-eight million, four hundred and eighty-nine thousand, six hundred cat seconds, due to this ol' pandemic thing, but...
BUT BEIN' COOPED UP WITH MOTHER NATURE WHEN SHE BROUGHT ALONG SOME SPRING WEATHER, IS WAY BETTER THAN BEIN' COOPED UP WITH THE PEEPS.
Just look at it out there! The sun is shinin' and the air is warm, and the snow is meltin', and...
And they're not sayin' it's gonna be freezin' cold tomorrow and snowin'.
So I'm thinkin'...
I'm thinkin' that if Mother Nature is spendin' her fourteen days of self-isolation here in Nova Scotia....
SHE'S MORE THAN WELCOME TO SPEND IT WITH ME.
At my house.
Sittin' right next to me on my chesterfield, or out on the deck.
Provided she washes her hands, of course.
And wears her mask.
And sits at the OTHER end of the couch, keepin' six feet away.
But hey, I'll let her share some of my kibble.
If there's one thing I know, it's how to be a good host.
Remember to mask up, too.