I may be cursing us to three months of winter, but can I just say, Chicago winter has been way mild? Nay, balmy. (Knock on wood.) This has been the kinder, gentler introduction to the Midwest. After hearing horror stories of people using tanning beds to combat newly minted seasonal affective disorder after they moved here, I thought I was in for a long haul, but the cold gray dreary is a lie.
An elaborate ploy to keep the kewl kidz from coming in and taking over the place, perhaps? Don’t tell people it’s nice, or everyone’ll want in. Anyway, enjoy your vicious winter, Arizona, New York, the South. I’ll be here in Chi-town, soaking up the sun.