If variety is the spice of life, this spring has been mighty spicy. I was all suited up for an anticipated 70 degrees on Saturday in Chicago. Okay! 46 degrees and heavy fog is close. When I walked out of the hotel Sunday, I was hit in the face with 80's at 9:00 in the morning.
It would be really nice if we could string together at least a couple of nice days instead of having a freakishly nice day once in a blue moon.
Happy note: my cul de sac snow mountain is almost gone. I give it till Wednesday.