The snowflakes, that is. This is the winter that never seems to end in Chicago!
Earlier in the week (on Tuesday, actually) it was a “balmy” 50 degrees, before dipping back into the 30s the next day. The temperatures rebounded on Friday for a perfect 50-60 degree day under sunny skies (it brightened the bike ride home after the Huskers’ NCAA tournament loss).
Yesterday was brisk but relatively comfortable. And then today?
I wake up and see white on the ground out my window. Will this undermine my plan to do a bimodal method of transportation tomorrow, unless something really interesting comes up today.
I realize this is a short post, but I don’t have to write essays on every single post of my blog, now do I?
Today is the eighty-second day of M.M.X.I.V. That makes eleven weeks and five days.