I was getting so sick of winter I could spit. It’s been in the 60s and 70s all week this week, with tons of sun and even a couple thunderstorms. Spring is here, and I couldn’t be happier.
Of course, as is typical with Chicago’s Spring season, there will be a good number of 40 and 50 degree days to counteract Spring’s arrival, and maybe even another snowstorm. That’s just how things go in the big “Windy” city.
But for right now, I’m enjoying the fact that the air is a little warmer, the sun shines a little longer, and the grass is starting to turn a little greener.
The one thing I don’t like, however… who the fuck told the birds they could start chirping at midnight? Hello? Go to bed for chrissake!
Which is where I am heading right now. With a pillow over my head. Grr.