As the weather took a turn for the better, the mild temperatures brought about changes in nature we typically associate with April. So, the early morning symphony of birds and the sweet scent of flowers in the air, as cliché as it might sound, became just ordinary. This idyllic scene was enhanced by the late-night concert of amphibians in the nearby pond as they emerged from their winter hideouts and began their mating serenades. Now, while it might just be my own erroneous assumption, it's possible that their over-enthusiastic croaking is more about frustration at being woken up so unexpectedly early by nature. If that's indeed the case, I can't really blame them. If I were a toad whose internal clock was out of sync, I would probably react the same way. I would perch on a large leaf wearing an expression of disbelief and resentment on my irritated face and let out painfully loud croaks like those of a steam engine. I never knew I could empathise with frogs!
When I woke up this morning, I knew the day wouldn't be an active one. Nothing sinister happened that would have suggested anything unexpected; it was rather one of those intuitions that depicted how the events of the day would unfold. This gut feeling strengthened when I grabbed Abby's leash and took her for her early morning walk. She was as inactive as I was, and the speed and length of our walk corroborated this theory. We ambled back to the house momentarily. After this painfully short-lived stroll with a surprisingly exhausted canine, I sat in front of the TV, munched my breakfast and slurped the much-needed black nectar in the form of a strong espresso. What a surreal still-life this was. Especially considering how many episodes we have watched from one of the currently watched series. As my system started to absorb the caffeine, switching my wee brain into the first gear, the haze dissipated over today's schedule. Harnessing this ephemeral clear state, I rushed into...
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