a spring in your step

It looks like it's finally spring here in D.C. But wait, it might snow tomorrow or a hailstorm might come in a mighty torrent...suffice it to say, one can't get too comfortable with the nice weather.

Cherry blossoms. Nature's beauty pageant queens of the spring season. pink, Pink, and more PINK (perfect, as that is my favorite color). Are they here or not? There are little clusters that have popped out already, but mostly they are still in the early stages of blooming...which really pisses off the tourists...who really piss me off. It's a vicious cycle.

So every week I go on a run with my coworkers after work. The route varies, and this past week we decided to go see if the cherry blossoms had made their debut into society yet this year, like the debutantes they are. Alas no. But there were tourists EVERYWHERE. Unhappy ones I might add. And taking pictures of the unbloomed blossoms. Not very satisfying. Needless to say the camera-happy people just don't get out of the way. I am running here! Move! As Eliza Doolittle would say in My Fair Lady, "Come on, Dova! Move your bloomin' ass!"

I didn't shout at the tourists. I try to channel my inner chi. Which is a joke--that's like saying I have inner peace. Which is complete bull****. Tourists in spring don't help my problems when I'm sick, either. Which I am. But thanks to modern medicine (aka Dayquil, Nyquil, all of the quils that can help solve my pathetic sickly miserable issues), I am sure to be up and about, with a spring in my step, very shortly.

Unless the tourists take that spring away from me...

 

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