Whiskey, and make it hot.

Today Chicago forgot how to handle snow.

It started snowing sometime this morning. I noticed it when I was running an errand for the office.
During the afternoon tour, the courtyard of the museum was nicely blanketed. It looked lovely out. After the tours left, I returned to the office and was filing in a corner when people first began to talk about the snow. I heard that even the buses were creeping along the streets. There are no windows where I was, but I imagined great big flakes piling up on the sidewalks. I decided to leave a little early.

They weren't big flakes. They were still the tiny ones that had been blowing about earlier.
Let down, I took the red line to Chicago Ave to take the bus home. It may not be snowing thickly, but it is cold, and I didn't want to walk from the blue line station.
The snow was collecting at a steady rate as I waited for the bus. It didn't come, so I slogged down one stop, to avoid the crowd at my present stop. It still didn't come, so I slipped all the way down to Michigan Ave to wait at the stop there.

Chaos! Cars with one rear corner sliding sidways, sluggish traffic, a school bus that cut off a sirened firetruck before getting stuck in the intersection, that firetruck then scraping a car trying to wiggle through the deadened traffic, a bus end that nearly wipes out three of us standing too close to the curb, five buses too crowded to get on...

I left work at 3 and just got home, at 6:30, in a commute that normally takes 20 minutes.
Why is Chicago acting like Oregon on a snow day?


I got home and filled Mapplethorpe's water dish with snow.

I just discovered my bag of chips that had been in my bag, and that I was ravenous for, somehow absorbed the snow through the plastic and they are all soggy and inedible now.