Living hundreds of miles below the Mason-Dixon line has been a mixed blessing but one advantage is an early spring. It usually comes at least a month earlier than back home and I get to rub it in. Alas, this year, we're still waiting. Yes we've had a few intermittent days of delightful warmth from February until now but nothing consistent. Which makes me sad. The days when it's been sunny but cold have been the worst for me. I love sun (and I'd rather it be sunny and cold rather than no sun at all) but I need the warmth too. Tuesday was warm and sunny. Friday was sunny and the weather man promised warmth but I think we missed those few hours. You see, when I woke up to sunny skies, I was anxious to feel some heat on my face and toes as well as run necessary errands. Baby Bliss and I hit the streets as soon as possible realizing as soon as we stepped outside that it would be several hours before temps reached the 60+ degrees forecast the night before. Sunny s...