The Missus Brings Me High Test Coffee

The missus brings me high test coffee... A cold wintry January 53rd, 2021 at Highland Manor apartments picturesque snow covered landscape safely ensconced within Unit B44, we (yours truly and wife) occupy bedroom and television room respectively comfortably numb and toasty warm at sixty degrees Fahrenheit courtesy climate controlled environment. I practice crafting poetry (seeking posthumous fame) while the spouse busies herself channel surfing putting down remote control after espying satisfactory movie (Fatal Attractions), about which she knows every single detail, and can rattle offer personal tidbits about cast of actors and actresses. Aforementioned regular routine predictable until onset rites of spring, where warm weather perfect balm to allow, enable and provide antidote to existential woes coping with being quarantined, though sensing optimism regarding president Joe Biden green lighting living social pursuits possibly revisiting following favorite pastime. Recalling contra dancing as palliative against bashfulness life as high school wallflower served me without any budding female friendships until lo… agent tulle nudge, yes my mother over mollycoddled then uprooted me mein kampf familiar bedrock level road terrain, which venue offered groundswell to blossom forth into golden sterling resplendent rod of natural equipoise, (an unbiased opinion) and balance with freestyle improvisational swinging motions unchained from moors of formality lit figurative saint elmo’s Sesame Street Big Bird winging fiery dance allowing, enabling and providing shy awkward self during his young adulthood to cast away four ever self embroidered handsome straight as an arrow naturally high as a kite young guy buzzfeeding like yellow jacket liberating spontaneity that je ne sais quoi joie vivre clamoring headlong toward pollination healthy packing heat overflowing testosterone bin laden well nigh erupting pistol (stay man) toward opposite gender, whereby bravado donned as key to hoe field of whet dreams fostering initial albeit late blooming roll in the hay hormonally rooted rutting squeal!