Some mornings, getting dressed sounds less like a simple decision and more like packing for a cross-country trip.

The forecast says 42 degrees when I wake up, 76 by lunchtime, and a chance of rain just when I need to go somewhere.

So what am I supposed to wear? A sweater, shorts, rain boots, and a sun hat?

And there’s always somebody who says, “Just dress in layers.” By three o’clock, I’m supposed to be carrying half my closet around like a traveling yard sale.

I would appreciate it if the weather could pick a season and stick with it until supper.