When the weather changes every few hours

Tea and I went to lunch at the local Pho place today. Umm, umm Pho. When she came to my desk to get me, I noticed she wasn't wearing a coat, or a jacket.
"So, it looks like I don't need a coat," I said.
"Not even a jacket," she replied. And she was right. We walked outside and it was warm out, really warm out, 'spring time for Hitler' warm out! Sixty-something degrees warm. I am not complaining about warm weather, no sirrie-bob, but this is winter, right? My calendar says it's winter. I remember the winters of my childhood, youth and up through my late thirties as being long, cold affairs with much ice and snow. The groundhog - somebody pop a cap in his head and stop him, pluh-eeze! - said we're going to have a long winter too. And didn't we just have a really big snow storm like four and a half days ago? I know we did. I can still see the remnants of it as it melts away. Oh, and I hear there's suppossed to be another 'snow event' come next Monday and/or Tuesday. I have taken to carrying a winter coat, a spring jacket, gloves and an umbrella with me at all times. When the weather changes every few hours I think it's the only logical thing to do.