It’s May 31, and the temperature here, in Chicago, is only fifty-three degrees. The good news is it is up from the forty-eight degrees it was when I woke at nine, this morning. We’ve had terrifically erratic temperatures this whole month, some days reaching as high as eighty degrees before falling back into the high forties. Where the hell is summer?
Once this entry, poor as it is, is posted, I will have completed yet another month in this exercise. I’m not particularly pleased with this months scribbles; banal, I guess the word would be to describe them. Maybe next month.