I've heard it time and again in the past few weeks: Spring is in the air. And it truly is. It was so pleasant in the Bay Area this past weekend that I went out on Friday and Saturday nights and I didn't take a jacket. This is remarkable in a city where you don't so much ask "should I take a jacket?" as "which jacket should I take?" Yesterday, I went to the beach in a sleeveless shirt, and I left the windows open all day in my apartment and didn't have to turn on the heater when I got home.

Spring is evident in other ways as well. No one I know can actually focus on their work at hand, but they insist on going outside at every opportunity or doodling at their desks. Allergies are acting up, daffodils are in bloom, friends are looking for love. I actually asked someone out on a date a few weeks ago. That's as strong a testament as anything else you could come up with. Now I'm just waiting to see if it's going to be a Summer of Love, or if I'm going to be enjoying the single life for the foreseeable future.

But spring - it's definitely in the air.