I Wanna Be a Bear Today

I have a little bit of a problem today. 

I keep thinking about what it would be like to hibernate, to go to sleep for a few months and wake up on a sun-shiny, bird-chirping, spring day. The reality is I am cold. Outside thermometer shows -13 Celsius (8,6 F). My body is rebelling and not cooperating and I feel sad. 

Threefold threat. 

Appropriately enough I will post this small and deep felt poem found on the net.

I wanna be a bear

If you're a bear, you get to hibernate.

You do nothing  but sleep for six months.

I could deal with that.

Before you hibernate,

you eat yourself stupid.

I could deal with that, too.

If you're a bear, you birth your children 

(who are the size of walnuts) 

while you are sleeping

 and wake up to partially grown, cute cuddly cubs.

I could definitely deal with that.

If you're a mama bear, everyone knows you mean business.

You swat anyone who bothers your cubs

If your cubs get out of line, you swat them too.

I could deal with that.

If you're a bear, your mate expects you to wake up growling.

He expects you will have hairy legs and excess body fat.

I wanna be a bear.