Monday: The Day After Sunday

I woke up tonight rested. I had been asleep all day. Monday night is always the busiest night no mater how hard i try to keep it simple. The workload seems overwhelming. On Sundays I tell myself, "Sappito eres listo." Little frog, you're ready. The jumping never ends aslong as I choose to remain a frog. I hop from pad to pad. The crickets accompany my song and so I do not feel lonely. I roam the vast swamp eating my nightly meal first. I know the amount of energy needed to do it right.

Frog Life In Paradise: The Middle

Funny thing is, I never thought being a frog would be this interesting considering all you have to put with. The being born without legs was a new kind of strange. Being born with this huge looming responsibility. Again with the growing legs and perpetuating the species. Being born with sensitive, breatheable skin has also been a refreshing. My my, hwo time flies. Speaking of wich, I'mm hungry! Off to snag some grub(s.)