...although, oddly enough, the sky is blue.
It was a cold, cold winter in Chicago. Hardly a stunning statement, I know, but last winter was colder than most and lasted, I swear to God, until June. So, naturally, this summer has been hotter than the fiery pits of deepest, darkest hell (roughly speaking).
We have a tree next to our third-floor balcony (how's that for a transition).
I can'...
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