It's Spring and I'm twitterpated, which isn't nearly as dirty as it sounds, originating as it does in Bambi. I'd say the causes are manifold, including finally having conquered my ridiculously lengthy and absence-inducing sinus infection and the blue sky residing outside my window. I do not at all think my mood is related in the least to the recent return of a beautiful Italian man from a lengthy trip.
How does my mood affect you? Well, I have now started and discarded half a dozen posts. I will be on my game soon. Also, I have definitely been doing a lot of work. Annie's observing yuntuv and I'm being responsible. Absolutely. Totally concentrating. On all of my work. Because I have a lot of work and I've been out sick. So just be patient with me, please.
Flower: [about two birds fluttering around] Well! What's the matter with them?
Thumper: Why are they acting that way?
Friend Owl: Why, don't you know? They're twitterpated.
Friend Owl: Yes. Nearly everybody gets twitterpated in the springtime. For example: You're walking along, minding your own business. You're looking neither to the left, nor to the right, when all of a sudden you run smack into a pretty face. Woo-woo! You begin to get weak in the knees. Your head's in a whirl. And then you feel light as a feather, and before you know it, you're walking on air. And then you know what? You're knocked for a loop, and you completely lose your head!