Husband will attest to the fact that I sometimes have difficulties getting dressed in the morning (read: clothes flung all over the floor and the bed while I change my outfit half a dozen times).
The heating and cooling system in our office is a fickle mistress. Exhibit A: Today. It is a fairly warm, overcast/rainy day. I'm wearing a long-sleeved wool sweater and I'm freezing. In July!
A mere hour ago, I was burning up and seriously considering taking off my sweater to expose my black-tank-with-white-bra-straps combo. Yes, I almost went there. Now, there is an Arctic chill coming from who-the-heck-knows-where and I'm pulling my sleeves over my hands to trap in any heat that my body has left.
Wouldn't it be nice if we lived in a climate (not only in the office, but outside too) where summer actually means wearing summer clothes?