Waiting for Spring…

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!

Published by Sam E. Kraemer

I grew up in the rural Midwest before moving to the East Coast with a dashing young man who swept me off my feet, and we've now settled in the desert of Nevada. I write M/M contemporary romance, subgenres: sweet low angst, age-gap, cowboys, mysteries, and military/mercenary to name a few. I am a firm believer in "Love is Love" regardless of how it presents itself, and I'm a staunch ally of the LGBTQIA+ community. I have a loving, supportive family, and I feel blessed by the universe and thankful every day for all I have been given. I’m old enough to know how to have fun, but too old to care what others think about my definition of a good time. In my heart and soul, I believe I hit the cosmic jackpot. Cheers!

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