It may be December but the gray remains persistent. Still, all the holiday lights up sparkle and pierce the gloom. It’s pretty.
In winter, it’s like Chicago is an entirely different place, stripped of all of its warmth, the wind a badge of honor to survive. And yet the people are the same. We look at one another and we know.
I spent hours on the phone dealing with health insurance yesterday, and the whole process exhausted me in a way only bureaucracy and automated phone systems can. Still reeling today.
So much so that editing sounds like fun. LIKE FUN.
And I’m going to get to it. You have a terrific Tuesday.