These are the crazy first days of spring, capricious and erratic. The thermometer appears to be broken, so profoundly do its readings vary from morning till night. All we can do is hang on.
That — and figure out what to wear. Should we dress for morning or for afternoon? Or more precisely, should we be comfortable at 6 a.m. and sticky at 4? Or the other way around?
For me, it's the former every time. I'll wear a turtleneck even though it's going up to 70. But when I walk out the door and feel the first cold blast of 30-something-degree air, I'll pull the sweater up to my chin and luxuriate in its warmth.