I came home tonight to an especially warm apartment. At the time, I just chalked it up to the sometimes-flakey heat and the fact that Joni had just showered. Here we are, 4 in the morning, and the heat has not shut off at all. The hiss of steam heat has been our constant companion.
This is a picture of the only thermostat in the apartment; it's pointing at a balmy 82°. We haven't been this warm since August.
I went downstairs to see if I could find any obvious reason for the heat to be on, and it seems the main thermostat believes it's 35° inside. Perhaps a call to the landlord is in order.