I think I am a day behind. On life and on the DPH’s. Our internet and cable were out this morning because the weather in Chicago is abominable. Since the beginning of June, I have been throughly disgusted with the weather that is generally gorgeous this time of year. At this point, moving seems like a grand idea. But I have an abusive relationship with the city, and will take another beating from it’s cold angry fists and keep on ticking. I am giving it five more days, and then I will go completely nuts and possibly go on a hunger strike or take up a new hobby like hibernation. Not that Chicago will care.
I shouldn’t kid myself about the hunger strike. Clearly, I love food. In the last two days, I have eating a full pound of strawberries after dinner each night. I can’t get enough. We have a pint of gourmet berry sorbet in the house, but it tastes like frozen cardboard compared to the fresh berries. And, I haven’t actually eaten anything really bad for me in over two weeks. I am fairly impressed.
And here is a random photo that I have from my commute this week. The sun actually made an appearance! Woot! Although it makes me sad when plants start losing their blossoms, it does make for a luxurious carpet of vibrant petals to walk on. Brides pay good money for this kind of treatment.