In about 6 minutes it will be April 17th. Who cares?
ALL OF CHICAGO.
Today has pretty much been all about tomorrow. We are finally getting a warm sunny day that happens to land on Friday. It also happens to be far enough along into April to be considered a “real spring” day instead of “fake spring.”
Unless you also live in a climate that experiences all four seasons with an emphasis on winter, this concept of citywide mayhem is hard to grasp. Nearly everyone will be in a good mood tomorrow. Even Giddy. Today, most of the conversation was focused on how to spend lunch tomorrow, how to get the day off, and how to properly hate people that had already gotten the day off. If you are into baseball (I am certainly NOT), you are also thrilled.
The walk home from the train is finally enjoyable, and I don’t have to convince myself that “it will get better.” Because it just is better. I have to get some sleep now, so I have the energy to flip out with the rest of my spring-starved city.
(Note: In preparation for tomorrow, I have hidden Justin’s winter coat)