It’s about this time of year that I start really itching for warmth.

The fun snowy weather is, hopefully, behind us and now it’s time to march toward spring. But this is where things always seem to hit a snag.

It would be a perfect world in my mind if it was in the 50s every day in March, the 60s every day in April and the 70s every day in May. Unfortunately, this is never the case.

The other night, I could not get warm. I put on my pajamas along with a fleece top and climbed under the covers but I was still freezing. As I lay there, I tried to remember what it felt like to be so hot the sheets stick to you. It’s funny how hard that is to remember when it’s 30 degrees outside. I just kept reminding myself that it’s almost spring. And then before we know it, it will be summer. Hope it’s a hot one.