It's also hard to remind myself that it's only March. It's spring that starts tomorrow, not summer. I shouldn't pull my sandals out of the closet, no matter how much I want to put away my boots. If I did that, or put the office's bucket of snow melt back into the basement, it would essentially guarantee another snowstorm within a week. I'm resisting.
I should do all sorts of useful things tomorrow, like get an oil change and do some spring cleaning. Instead, I'm planning to be spontaneous (for me) and have fun elsewhere tomorrow. There's always Sunday for the chores.