If You Don't Like The Weather Wait A Minute
Writer Lady puts on her coat. Staring at the rack next to the door she contemplates a scarf. Deciding against it she opens the door and realizes the bright March sunshine brought a new friend with it: warmth. A warmth she hasn’t felt since last October. A smile crosses her lips, she closes the door and runs back to her bedroom. She removes her heavy pants, shirt and winter underwear replacing them with a pair of jeans and one of her favorite t-shirts. Writer Lady exits the house, running outside only to find the temperature has drastically dropped. The spring like warmth has been replaced with its deceptive winter counterpart. A breeze has arrived. A biting cold that prompts Writer Lady to mutter several choice words as she clumsily runs back indoors to try to dress for current weather conditions yet again. Carp knocks on the door to the bedroom as he is walking in. “Five minute warning. If you don’t leave in five minutes you will officially be running late.” A gr