creatures of stillness crowded from the bright unbound forest

so, what have i been up to? you might ask. like, besides reading portions of too many books at a time and saying cryptic post-vernal equinox crap about love and chocolate?
and to be honest, it's hard to say. i've been seeing how long i can stare at the sun without going blind. i've made complicated breakfasts and eaten them outside, in the sun. i've made lists. sometimes i go to work. sometimes i go home. i decided not to make any significant geographical changes any time soon, and really, in a spring like this, can you blame me? i hid a ceramic cow in a freezer. i've rediscovered turnips and my bike, put away my skis. i seem to be getting better about not stealing the blankets, but it might just be because i need them less. the snowshoe hare who frequents the driveway outside a window where i've been spending quite a bit of time is speckled with the first dark hairs of summer. we watched him sitting still, trying in vain to be invisible against the gravel and mud. "bunnies don't really have hobbies, do they?" "no, i guess not." we drank coffee. sometimes the hare crossed the driveway. i'm not trying to say it was a metaphor for anything i can think of, really (because you might be asking that too). it was just...stillness.