Dear Reader

Blogger has a terrible announcement to make.

There is no Easter Bunny.

Blogger digresses.

Today, Blogger was contemplating on life. What it means. Who lives it. The fine nuances of life. The broad strokes. Etc.

About that time, Blogger hit a bird in his vehicle.

Feathers flew across the road. A fragile life ended.

Blogger felt something deep had just happened. Then he spotted a coyote running across the road. He was unable to hit it.

Blogger could have linked together. After all, when feathers fly there's normally a coyote nearby. But instead, he thought of the lillies of the field and how sickening it is when some people waste their time picking them for others outside of mothers day.

Then he considered the drunken man in the ship. "They beat me" he said, "where can I go to find another drink." And Blogger thought of his clients.

Blogger safely made it home despite all of these thoughts. In fact, he made it home in record time.

Deep thoughts.


Deep.

Deep.

Thoughts.

Blogger's tired. It takes energy to think.