It was Monday, again, and Joe sighed as he looked out his bedroom window, muttering, “You have to be kidding.” He said the same thing a few minutes later when he joined Derek in the kitchen, adding, “It’s March, damn it!”
“We’ve been known to get snow in April, though not usually this bad,” Derek replied, patting his shoulder. “You’ll live.”
Joe snorted. “If I don’t get buried under three feet of snow, first.” He figured it was a logical supposition as the storm had taken on blizzard proportions from the look of it. “It was sunny yesterday when we went to the galleries. I though spring was finally here.”
“I wish.” Derek took down the box of pancake mix, got two eggs and bananas from the fridge, and set to work making breakfast.
Sherwat was dancing by the door to the garage, so Joe open
