I’m ready for fall now. This is the plight of being overweight and Irish. I have two genetic reasons to hate this weather.
That’s the real bummer of most of Chicagoland (and I suppose the rest of the Midwest): there’s no great season for mild weather people. Spring and fall are too short (and some years they’re skipped), winter is usually brutal, and summer is normally crazy hot. All extremes.
In the future, I’m thinking something like the Colorado valleys, Pacific northwest, or even Toronto. Someplace where there’s at least some consistency. Fuck.
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