Yesterday my alarm went off. I groggily wake up. I'm not a morning person. By any stretch. They are playing a Christmas song on the radio. I'm confused, but stumble into the shower, convinced somehow that the Christmas music is a figment of my imagination.

I get out of the shower. The radio station is STILL playing Christmas music. The morning guys say that they will be playing Christmas music until Christmas day.

Despite the hour, I begin to think. No, it's summer time. I think. What if it's not? Maybe I was in a coma for five months?? (I'm still tired; logic isn't my strong point even when I'm well rested). Maybe it's really December and I just am losing my slim grip on reality. Maybe I'm in a parallel dimension? Maybe I'm just hearing what I want to hear and there really isn't Christmas music? Am I like Descartes, looking for ways to prove to myself that I never know when I'm dreaming or not?

People are calling in to request Christmas songs, and everyone is saying "Merry Christmas." I'm beyond confused. Clearly, people know something that I don't. I went to the window. No snow outside. No, I need more proof. I open the window.

D'oh! I have a security alarm. And now my security alarm is blasting. Loudly. Calling attention to the fact that I am standing in the window in a towel as well.

And then the security company calls, and I have to explain that I set the alarm off when I opened the window to see if it was December.

Yes, it was a great way to start the day. Practically flashing the neighbors, and scaring my security company. Thanks, 106.5.