You can tell it's Monday

Got up to find that the temperature has risen to +2, and consequently the entire town looks like an ice rink, and a very windy one at that.
All the snow that had fallen on the trees, making it look peaceful and wintery, has either fallen off or melted. What we're left with is greyish, compact glob that covers the ground. The snow, that was so fluffy when it felt, looks like it has been pissed on.
The previously peaceful shades of blue and white that was the sky before has now turned into this yellowish, depressing hue. This is why I hate March and April. I hate this middle stage between winter and spring. It was nice when it was really cold. Now that it's warm it suddenly gets really depressing, even confusing.
To top it off it's Monday. I hate Monday mornings and I know I'm not alone there. As soon as we reach Monday evening, or even the afternoon, it starts to feel a bit better.
Everything looks different on a Monday morning. The apartment looks homey and neat on Sunday evening but when you get up on Monday morning it has suddenly taken on a completely different appearance. Suddenly it's messy and dreary, and that is especially true on a gloomy day like this one.
Even Nick is affected by the fact that it's Monday morning. At least I think so. He's always like this. He was printing an address on to an envelope and I asked him what he was mailing. The answer I got was:
"Pictures of my ass!"
Now normally that would probably sound like a rude, angry answer, but not the way he says it. He says it in this sassy, sly, matter-of-fact tone that I can't help but laugh at. Sure, what he said was rude, but it was just weird enough for someone like me to start laughing at.
My sense of humour becomes wharped on days like these. On Monday mornings in February, March and April I can become hysterical out of sheer desperation.