I put on my winter jacket and went outdoors. It was as warm as early summer! Or at least that's how it felt, but then again my body is still calibrated for winter. But it really is as warm as May instead of March. It was 18 degrees Celsius outside, and 17 degrees in my living room. So for the first time I can ever remember, I opened the outer door to warm up my living room. It worked too, now there's 18 degrees inside too.
Of course, it is still spring. Tomorrow I may be wading in snow to my knees for all I know. That's the nature of spring.