The Lusty Month Of May...

While I can't say that there has been any precipitous rise in my libido today (well, there was that Victoria's Secret commercial, but that doesn't count...) the arrival of May has set the song "The Lusty Month Of May" from Camelot running through my head over and over again. It was enjoyable and sweet at 9:00 this morning. It is now past 2:00, and I'm growing a bit weary of Mr. Loewe's delightful tune...

While not overtly sexy in a Hooter's waitress kind of way, the full arrival of spring does have a certain reproductive sparkle to it. Aside from the sneezes and coughs that invariably accompany the yellow dusting of pollen, there isn't really a downside to spring. It's easier to get up in the morning when the sun is shining and the birds are singing. Warm weather clothing is less restricting, and the long afternoons stretch into daylight-dappled evenings that seem to beckon "let's sit outside and have a drink..." (Okay, enough poetic treacle...it's nice outside, and that's good.)

Spring always seems to herald the arrival of great freedom. I suppose it's safe to assume that the umpty-jillion years spent in academic settings (from K5 to Law School) created a Pavlovian response to warm breezes and blossoming foliage. Even in the "real world," it seems that there is an unspoken acceptance of early Friday afternoons and late Monday mornings that would have seemed inappropriate in the gloom of winter.

Breeze blowing in window...birds chirping...cold beer in fridge...patio just outside...typing about to stop...

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