Even if gusty weather was not the reason for Chicago's nickname, it surely is fitting. This morning I rode my bike to work and every other block and the wind would turn; when it came straight on, it felt like I was going up a 45 degree incline; when it blew horizontally, I was alternatively thrown into parked cars or worse--traffic.---
You know that face that baby's make when they turn bright red and make like they're going to scream, but then calm down inexplicably. Well last night I discovered that adults can make that face, too. Ok, maybe not that face, but I know that emotion. I was supposed to meet Jon downtown after work, but my phone stopped working so I wasn't seeing the missed calls. Two hours later I turned the phone off and then back on again and lo and behold, the voicemails show up. T-Mobile, I hate you.
Thank god for exercise -- it's a great way to blow off steam.
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