to come is miserable.  Today was cold as an ice bar, but knowing it’s supposed to be seventy over the weekend makes it even worse!  It was sunny, but that was a misnomer of the temperature, and when I stepped out on the porch, I was unpleasantly reminded it was still March.  I know, the weather is a banal topic, but no less a pain in the ass.

I’m working on a new story, and it’s hard to think about sunny climes and warm breezes when the tip of your nose is freezing.

Am I the only one waiting for the weather to meet the calendar?  Cheers!