The More Seasons Change...

Ways I can tell that it’s finally, decisively spring (or maybe a suddenly early summer):

For the first time all year, I left the apartment in the morning without giving a thought to bringing a jacket.

My car has become a sauna, and either opening the window or turning on the A/C is no longer negotiable.

Andrew Bird’s "Weather Systems" finally sounds good in the way I’ve been wanting it to since I first saw and heard him (live) last year.

Pictures of that bald, twisted, creepy-ass Six Flags guy are on proud display in the front windows of the Jewel near work, and I fear his theme song isn’t far behind.