When I think about it I am surrounded by SOPs. A great many of them unwritten yet imposed upon me by a desire for peace and quiet. The equity in harmony. Then when I am alone SOPs begin to drift badly. "I'll just mash a potato, throw in some frozen chard and fry an egg." "Not much point in shaving." "I'll go to the mail tomorrow." "Maybe the grass will need mowing in December."
I guess in the sunshine and warmth a Woolly Bear, can also be lead astray.
His Standard Operating Procedure at this time in October should be to gallop
around in a determined manner so that the likes of you and I might contemplate
the quality of the coming winter. But I have seen a comrade. He was just lazing
there on the walk, smiling at me. And compared to other Woolly Bears, who this
year are mostly dark, he was completely orange.