And so begins the twelve weeks of Spring

[dampscribbler]

I walked outside at noon today and about froze to death.  It's not that the air was cold, it was just that, due to my having spent many formative years in California and Florida, I expect March midday temperatures to exceed 42 degrees.  Preferably to exceed 59 degrees.  And I realized, oh yes, here it is, the time of year I can't get warm, the same time of year I always end up cranking the thermostat to an obscene 72 degrees, the time of year I fantasize about running away to Greece,  or at least San Diego.  

And this lasts until June.  After 14 years in Oregon, I think I know the pattern.  I am not proud, but I have to be honest.