Running a fever and stepping out into the cold Chicago wind is actually a strong combination.
The secret to successfully crossing the street is to stick yourself behind someone bigger (hello, easy) or a couple and follow them. Point A, Point B.
Train conductors who say “God bless” and “Have a great day at school” or “Watch your step” deserve a hot pot of coffee on the hour, every hour.
They also should stop saying “Red line on the outside, brown line on the outside” because every time they do, I immediately think of this song and seriously, my brain cannot handle gangster rap first thing in the morning.
It will take me 10 minutes just to bundle up before stepping foot outdoors.
Women in Chicago (or the Midwest) need to learn basic manners. I am shocked at the sense of entitlement and rudeness in this city. Austin, I miss your politeness and sweet Southern charm every day.
I am actually beginning to cook well, having discovered the potent flavoring capabilities of herbs.
Today I bought boots that are 23% of my height.
My sense of direction is improving so much that I recognize street names and immediately realize I am going the wrong direction.
