I have a hard time getting dressed in September. The mornings are cold up in the mountains. I’m talking iced-over windshields. It’s hard to imagine, as I’m scraping my car at 7:00 in the morning, that the day will warm up enough to warrant sandals. It’s also hard to make myself scrape my durned windshield in the dark.

To add to my confusion, the weather can range 50 degrees within a single day. I’ve personally experienced this. It’s pretty easy to deal with such weather craziness when the backseat of my car can double as a second closet. But it’s much harder to pack half my closet and hoist it onto the NWA baggage scale.

No matter what I bring with me, I’ll wind up too hot or too cold. Just like Goldilocks, tasting her porridge. It’s a rare day, indeed, when I wind up dressed appropriately for the weather. I might just wind up repeating the same jeans and sweaters, or the same sundresses, at the risk of shoving more than I could possibly lug up a subway platform into my suitcase. Back injuries, after all, are never in fashion.

Worst case scenario, I can always go shopping….