Subtitle: Stupid Weather
Spring finally broke through last week. In honor of this long-awaited occasion, I got a pedicure (it’s sandal season!) and pulled out my spring pajamas. I have pajamas for every season. Winter is flannel/heavy-weight cotton, autumn is lighter cotton, summer is shorties, and spring is Capri-length light-weight cotton.
After a couple nights with the spring pjs, the weather turned quite warm. Not hot, so much, but warm enough to turn on the air-conditioning. Except our air-conditioning can’t be turned on until May, what with Alexandria city law stating multiple-family dwellings can’t turn off the heat until April 30. (Our heat and a/c are supplied by the same system, so we have to turn one off before turning on the other.) All that exposition is to say the day found me quite lethargic. The night found me pulling out the summer (shortie) pjs.
Just two days later, we had freeze warnings! Out came the long jammies. And they’re still out. 
Almost every April we have a hot spell (temperatures in the 90s) without air-conditioning. But this spring is pure whack-a-doodle. I don’t think it’s ever been so fickle as to require three different pajamas in the space of five days.
Stream of Conscience 
All I can say is I KNOW, RIGHT?!
We didn’t get to the point of having to turn on the air conditioning (though I’m told that a lot of people up here did do so), but I was in a T-shirt on Monday and Tuesday night it froze over. I had to scrape frost of my car windows this morning. Insane!