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Chicagoans, if you're annoyed by today's snow, blame me; I asked for it. I said a little prayer the other day for a bit of a topcoat. (You have to admit, the snowcover was beginning to look awfully ratty.) What I had in mind was a "stealth snow" like that of a week ago Monday: a scant half inch or so in the middle of the night that hardly affected the morning commute.
If schadenfreude helps, it bit me in the ass, too. I was so proud of myself for making it to the bus stop on time despite only waking up at 8 p.m., I forgot that even the littlest bit of snow at that hour is enough to completely derail the morning shuttle. I can't claim to understand it: Sheridan was entirely clear, with traffic running normally. There were no holdovers waiting, so the 8:20 must've arrived on schedule. But my bus? twenty minutes late, at least.
But worth it all the same. I've got a lunchtime stroll planned to take in the beauty of it all.
If schadenfreude helps, it bit me in the ass, too. I was so proud of myself for making it to the bus stop on time despite only waking up at 8 p.m., I forgot that even the littlest bit of snow at that hour is enough to completely derail the morning shuttle. I can't claim to understand it: Sheridan was entirely clear, with traffic running normally. There were no holdovers waiting, so the 8:20 must've arrived on schedule. But my bus? twenty minutes late, at least.
But worth it all the same. I've got a lunchtime stroll planned to take in the beauty of it all.