a post about the weather

chicago's a mess today. the stuff falling from the sky can't decide whether to be rain or snow, so it's settled on something in between, and now everything is covered in an ambiguous, gray slush. including the people. hood covered heads and umbrellas carry a blanket of the stuff, and there's nothing to do but submit to it. isn't it unfair? in the middle of april? easter has come and gone and winter is the abrasive guest who won't leave the party.

the weather has put me in a stupor. no, more like a post-stupor haze - a hangover with no cure to speak of. plans for tonight are to relax and do nothing. with will and i both having to get up early tomorrow morning, i'll have the apartment to myself, some vegetables to eat before they go bad, and some empty notebooks to fill. if the homeward commute doesn't squash my last drop of ambition i might paint my toenails.

where did the sun go, anyway? the city is flattened by a cold gray layer. reeling with melancholy and in denial like a depressed teenager too proud to ask for help. even the tribune's dry news voice cracked with aggravation and disappointment this morning in its articles about the weather, as if to say "this is personal."

someone needs to sing "tomorrow" to all of chicago. twenty years ago i would have been the girl for the job.