Look at my late, late blogging today. So tardy. I’m already thinking holiday week, already imagining my Thanksgiving meal.
It’s quieter today, too, and of course as I typed that there was the whine of a siren, but I mean besides that. People are already traveling, already out of town.
I hate the cold but I love cold weather clothes, so if you can figure that one out, that would be great. Cozy sweaters, cute boots. Such a fan.
And we’re just at the leading edge of the cold, November is when Chicago reminds you who it is, reminds you that the wind isn’t always tinged with warm humidity, that the skies can be moody and flat dull gray.
But we’re still in the fun side of winter, the adjustment side. The side with the lights and the decorations and all the food.
I’m really stuck on the food.
So off we go again, into the ice and slush and snow. At least I’ll get to wear sweaters.