Get It While It's Hot

It's finally almost spring up here and the air is a miasma redolent of melting dog poop. As the snow and its winter's accumulation melts, it forms puddles, lakes, cauldrons of postmordial soup. I was pretty proud of postmordial, and was looking forward to tying it together into a whole post. Here's another line of that stillborn post, "How come they say that politicians only tell voters what they want to hear, and yet I never hear anything I like?"
But as I tweeted this morning,

At the time, it felt like I was awake from 3am-4:30am, but now it feels like I didn’t sleep at all.#insomnia #sleep
— David Hart (@hartofak) May 2, 2013

By the way, if you're not one of my twitter followers, and I'm pretty sure you're not,  that's an example of what you're "missing".