I think loafing is making me a bit kooky…

Loafing is a phenomenal pursuit; one that many do not get to experience in their lifetimes, and I am more than grateful to be granted this temporary privilege.

But in the past week or so, I feel my mind is drifting into some bizarre paths; the kind of roadways we know exist in our brain, but most occasions we’d just rather take the nearest service road to the expressway. You see, I'd take the expressway if I had to, but seeing that I am in loafing mode, why not take the scenic route? This is precisely what's getting me into kooky territory.

You may be wondering at this point, “what in God’s name is he talking about?”

Well, these days, four British girls talking amongst themselves remind me very much of pigeons cooing (last night at dinner, etc.), I have been personifying pigeons on a regular basis (as seen in the blog), and just earlier today I was convinced that Hannibal crossed the Alps into Russia (not even remotely possible, being that the Alps are part of France, Italy, and Switzerland, all nations nowhere even close to Russia).

No, I’m not destined for madness. I just think that I have a mild propensity toward the absurd and my first weeks of loafing are likely akin to the first bites into a swath of cotton candy; everything tastes oh so sugary and sweet, naturally leading to sugar high. But, I can only assume (or hope) that my loafing will mature.

But honestly, don’t you think that when British people talk to each other they sound like pigeons?

I’m going to go take a peak at the nearby synagogue in my ‘hood and perhaps de-kookify in the process.

Oh, it has come to my attention that I owe the blog a story about Magda, the foul-mouthed Pole (I thought I was going to get away without telling it, but there have been requests that could get ugly if I don’t oblige.) I'll likely get to it sometime soon (could I be any more vague?).

Best!