Logs don’t have to deal with fog.

But we do.

Brain fog, that comes with being a personified log.

Oh how I wish I didn’t have to deal with frogs.

But this is what happens when you’re a log.

Frogs leap, hop, and jump onto your beautiful brown ridges looking for a safe space to sleep until they hop onto the next log.

If you were to ask me, I’d say frogs shouldn’t even be able to hop onto one log after they’ve made their choice.

But what else can I expect?

They’re a frog after all.

Understand that all of this comes with being a log.

If you don’t want frogs, don’t be a log, stand up and be a tall tree. Plant your dead end somewhere and produce something fruitful.

That way maybe a prince can come and pick your fruit.

But until then, blame it on the brain fog that comes with being a personified log.

It’s just a little fuzzy up there is all.

Log it up ladies! … for now.