Happy as a lark
The gym has been eluding me this past month and I’m busy as a termite in a wet wood, but if you’re happy and you know it, clap your hands! Clap Clap.
We just seemed to have moved through the squeeze shoot and managed not to get branded and now we’re running free in the fields and tripping on the smells and light and sound.
Hey, who knew we were prisoners of our own making?