Talk about capricious! Yesterday, it hit 70 degrees at Midway. Tonight, they are calling for snow. Well, flurries. WTF? If you want seasonal, come here. You can get three seasons in about 36 hours!
And to usher in the cold, we have had thunderstorms all evening. Under normal circumstances, I am a big fan of thunderstorms. Curl up on the bed with the lights out and watch the lightning out my wall-window, listen to it rattle against the skylight. Awesome. Walk home and back in under 2 hours = not awesome. This wasn't even a nice warm summer storm. No. It was 40 and blowing big drops. In the three blocks between the theatre and me, I got damn-near drenched. I also learned the value of a hood, especially versus an umbrella, which in the Windy City is merely a plaything. Given, the wind will blow your hood off, but the recovery is much quicker, no schlepping extra equipment, and generally more likely to keep you dry-ish.
And I was smart enough to pack an extra pair of pants and socks on my way back to the theatre after dinner. So I sat in the booth and ran captions in fleece-lined athletic pants and dryer-fresh socks. Ah.
And tomorrow it's just supposed to be cold. Not DAMN cold, but cold enough to require layers. Current estimate - 4.
on iTunes: Badly Drawn Boy - "The Shining"
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