March the First.

The temperature's gone back down to what it's supposed to be. I can't say it wasn't nice to get some sweatshirt weather, but it's better when there isn't the jerking up and down. I'm not used to the 'false spring' that happens some years in this climate - I don't remember it from Pittsburgh, though with just two years and a lot happening in my head, maybe I just didn't recognize it happening - and if it's reliably chilly, I can handle that well enough. It's not even a question of layering, coats, boots, or keeping the heat on. It's fitting it inside my head, and recognizing what it's saying about the world beyond the small part of it where I live. As bad as it is for me to deal with, I don't want to think about what it's doing to apple orchards.

Related, I'm dreading the clock switch this year more than usual. I can't figure out why, just that I am.