Look, yes, I know it's nice outside. I was just out there! And, like the rest of you, I noticed all the puppies and bluebirds and toddlers chasing pigeons, and these things, as these things do, began to melt the cold hunk of black clay that is my winter-afflicted heart. It's gorgeous out there. (And look, if you're reading this post and you've been cooped inside all day, you'll probably want to spend your three post-reading minutes by popping outside and breathing some spring-y goodness deep down into your lungs. It does a body good.)
But I just want to take a second to point something out. The light jacket—that thing you've been longing to wear for months—is not necessarily your friend. Let me explain.
