Global Warming or Global Warning
One word: Snowpocalypse.
Two words: Sixty degrees.
Three words: What's going on?
This same week last January I was trekking back from the nearest Target schlepping candles, matches, granola bars, water, and other drastically unnecessary survival items as Snowpocalpse descended upon Chicago.
I vividly recall venturing into the snow dunes piling up outside our front door, "walking sleeping bag" zipped up from my knees to eyes, hat, scarf, gloves, and Sorel boots in place, shovel in hand and giving one valiant effort to uncover some sort of staircase.
As my other 5'2'' roommate and I attempted to unbury the sidewalk our three male neighbors upstairs looked on from their warm second floor window. I still haven't forgiven them.
Mole like tunnels extended through the streets and all lead to the same Mecca, the Greek restaurant at the end of our block. The only restaurant open for a good 30 min walking distance. Then again, 30 minutes in that mess maybe only got you to the end of the block.
I'm fairly certain the entirety of Lincoln Park was there that night.
Today, Chicago reached a high of 60° as I walked along Lake Shore Drive, ICED coffee in hand.
I walked a good 5 miles before 11AM, which is quite a distance at quite an hour for this morning hater.
On my way through the zoo to the lake, I spotted a little old lady, fur coat and Ugg boots combo out and proud walking next to a man in "too short to excuse" running shorts and flip flops.
Both outfits were equally offensive. Not THAT hot, but not THAT cold people.
I'm starting to wonder when any sense of normalcy will be restored to Chicago weather. Andy Avalos, got any answers?
The Mayans might have been on to something...
