I don't believe it. You shouldn't either, if you know what's good for you. This is Utah, after all, which means the weather could change any second. Oh, look, it just did . . .
The only reason I bring it up is that, well—uh, how should I put this? The other night the temperature was practically warm outside, and our stove and oven got used extensively (Yes, we cook. Not so much me, actually) so the apartment ended up on the upper warm side.
For right now I'm going to give that a silent cheer! Yay for warm! Don't panic, this attitude won't last. Give it 60 days.
As I crawled into bed, I figured what the heck, and I opened my window. Not very far, don't get excited. About an inch—just enough for some air to get through and cool the room down. For the longest time I never slept with windows open, so it's kind of a treat. Especially since we live on the second floor and you can't get to my ladder without being a ninja, Spider Man or bringing your own ladder.
So I snuggled down under only one blanket and went to sleep.
In the morning, it wasn't the cold that woke me. No, no. It was the bird. One bird. One loud, very morning person and happy to let the whole world know about it bird.
I'm not sure what that darn bird was squaking about, but whatever it was, the topic seemed near and dear to it's heart. Perhaps the bird just landed the biggest earth worm in town, or maybe he was trying to impress the ladies. I have no idea. I only know that the bird got going at 5am and didn't shut it until after I left for work.
The same bird was there the next morning too. If it didn't impress the ladies the first time, maybe he should try a different approach. It's no good irritating girls so early in the morning. Someone should tell him.