Oh yeah. Did you feel it?

Did anyone else in Atlanta sleep with their windows open last night? If you did, then you know what I’m talking about. For various reasons, the wife and I have been living sans air conditioning for the past couple weeks. First, It seemed like summer’s oppressive strangle hold was loosening slightly. In retrospect, that was probably wishful thinking. Second, I think it’s ludicrous to go into the end of September with the A/C raging full-on; I don’t care what part of the country you live in. Finally, call it a meager attempt to conserve some energy both in the spirit of environmentalism and in the face of natural gas bills thal, this winter, will surely amount to gang rape.

So, we’ve had the windows open and the ceiling fans threatening to cause residential lift-off. The mornings have been okay, but going to sleep at night has been a swampy, sweaty endeavor.

Until last night.

I had the front door, the back door, and all the windows open wide while I wandered around the house taking care of random minutae with which I will not bore you. At one point, I was passing through the living room and a chilly breeze washed through the house, stopping me in my tracks. Despite the fact that I was home alone, I looked around to see if anyone else felt it. I became giddy with excitement as, for the first time this year, it felt not like summer’s grip was merely loosening but like autumn had actually shown up to the party.

Last night I slept like six dead polar bears.