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!