Frigid Temperatures bring out the best in me
Sure, I know it is winter in Chicagoland. I've lived my entire life in the Midwest, I am well aware of seasonal temperatures. But whoa. This year it seems the weather went from 50 degrees (Fahrenheit for all as U.S. wusses) to like -1. And that is not normal. (Yes, yes, this is another exaggeration. I am quite proud of them. But when you walk in from a back lot at work in this coldness, it is completely excusable).
There are days I question why I live where I do--NORTHERN portion of the Midwest. Sure, we don't have hurricanes (thank God), earthquakes non-existent, tornadoes are really few, and thunderstorms though a pain in the ass at least bearable--but this snow? this cold? Honestly, I grew up in the Great White North (Upper Peninsula of Michigan), you'd think I'd have had enough. And I have. I should have relocated to warmer climates a long time ago. Or say a few months ago when I signed on the dotted line for another house in the area.
What was I thinking?




