We went to Brew and View last night and caught about a half-hour of both "Planet of the Marky Mark" and "Jurassic Park 3." At $5, it was a cheap double feature, but today, Matty Allen informed me that pitchers of beer are $10. So the View isn't that expensive, but the Brew is. I will go again soon and smuggle in some apple cider and gingersnaps.
Leaving the blankets was next to impossible this morning. Today was best suited for couchy lethargy. Now at work, it's difficult to be productive in even the slightest manner. I escaped for a break around noon and rode north on Halsted to Grand, where I turned right. There's a candy factory off Milwaukee, and its chocolatey scent floated through the air. The sky was a bland light grey, the rain came down in more than a mist, less than a drizzle. I parked at Grand and Wabash (Wacker? Something with a W, near the IBM building) and walked around slowly, like a lady of leisure. A slow pace allows—nay, forces—you to notice everything around you: the arches of doorways, the cold majesty of steel and glass buildings, the perfect uniformity of a cloudless sky.
Leaving the blankets was next to impossible this morning. Today was best suited for couchy lethargy. Now at work, it's difficult to be productive in even the slightest manner. I escaped for a break around noon and rode north on Halsted to Grand, where I turned right. There's a candy factory off Milwaukee, and its chocolatey scent floated through the air. The sky was a bland light grey, the rain came down in more than a mist, less than a drizzle. I parked at Grand and Wabash (Wacker? Something with a W, near the IBM building) and walked around slowly, like a lady of leisure. A slow pace allows—nay, forces—you to notice everything around you: the arches of doorways, the cold majesty of steel and glass buildings, the perfect uniformity of a cloudless sky.
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