The Masculine Ordinal Indicator

The dark circles beneath my itchy, itchy eyes tell me spring is in the air.¹ It’s gray and drizzling—my favorite. We’re expecting 12ºC by afternoon. Daffodil and tulip leaves are springing up all over the garden patch out front.² Birdsong chirps from every direction. I even saw some ducks doing it down by the river. I now feel compelled to clean the apartment and tidy up the yard a bit. An ancient instinct ingrained in our species eons ago, long before the dawn of the vacuum cleaner.

Footnotes

1. *Cough.* *Cough.* ↩

2. I will do something with that space this year. I didn’t have time to think about gardens and such things when I was moving in last spring. ↩