I have been whining for two weeks now about the heat not being turned on yet in my apartment. Yesterday it officially came on. My apartment was filled with toasty warmth and goodness. I went to bed thinking it was a little warm. When I awoke I knew it was. When I awoke it was 4 am and I was covered in sweat. When I awoke I discovered I had been sleeping with no blankets, which I never do. When I awoke I opened up every window in my apartment and turned off all the radiators. But really, that’s what I get for whining about there being no heat, right?