Chicago is the most beautiful when it is bone-crushingly cold outside.

Everything just seems to be sharper and clearer, like putting in a fresh pair of contact lenses and blinking and going, “Wow. I didn’t know it was like this.”

The temperature at the moment is negative 2 fahrenheit. I’m inside, wrapped up in an electric throw, and Adam’s moving stuff from his old bedroom to what’s going to be our new bedroom! I suppose I should go help him…. 🙂