Arrived in Chicago late last night to discover just a teeny bit of dirty, ice-crunchy snow on the ground in the shady corners of the north sides of things. I'm not sure which is wierder, that crunchy bits of snow make me feel at home or that Chicago itself, vicariously, through Alan, feels homey.
Hangin' around various sides of Chicago for a few days catching up with all of Alan's peeps. Then, finally, the very last leg of this trip back to Minneapolis. If I could have my perfect wish for coming home (as though I'm entitled to wish for anything after missing this year's blizzard-plastered Minnesota winter), it would be 50 degrees in Minneapolis, but it would snow big fluffy snowflakes one more time after we got there.
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