Baby, It's Cold Outside
I keep getting stupid holiday songs stuck in my head. My office PA has been playing the Christmas carol station for nearly two weeks now and it's starting to warp my brain. All I hear now is the chorus... "I've got to go away... Baby it's cold outside."
And yes, it certainly is cold. Chicago has apparently stolen the weather of the Canadian provence of Saskatchewan. I'm hoping those Canadians are feeling forlorn and would like their blustery freeze back. My friends (and I) have all begun hibernating and I'm pretty sure it's nothing to do with any affiliation with our local football team. It is simply TOO COLD to leave the house unless forced. By forced, I do of course, mean work. Even then, I'm cheating. Walking past the talling building on the continent every morning can quite near kill you. I don't know how or why but those winds two gazillion feet up come flying down onto street level with such chilling ferocity it is possible to leave your skin behind if you pause at the corner. As ridiculous as it may sound, I've begun to take a bus for the two most torturous blocks (the Sears and the Chicago river). Call me a wuss if you'd like but if you walked that at 9 am with a windchill of -5 (that's Fahrenheit people) blowing directly in your face, you would suck up that 25ยข transfer fee and catch a ride like I do.