Life At Times Is Pleasurable

Like this: I feel gross all day, get snowed on for an hour for a work thing (don't ask) while everyone sails by to their Metra train, slalom my way to the bus in all my soaked-ass glory, benefit from the kindness of strangers, ride for an hour while breathing down the snowy neck of half Hyde Park and now I'm in slippers and a giant sweater, drinking mulled wine and Christmas shopping online. And life is good indeed.