Frustrated

I'm chilly, tired, and draped in a killer swatch of ennui.

So far, this winter has been fairly freaking brutal. Not a week into December, and I can't recall the last day it was above freezing. And the city has apparently decided to adopt a bold "do-nothing" strategy when it comes to clearing the streets of snow, making cycling OH SO MUCH FUN.

I'm going back home for Xmas (a lovely 1000 miles southward), but am already pre-dreading the unfortunate return to Chicago after a week being bathed by the sub-tropics.

I rode the Riv on the Lakefront path to work the other day. The trail looked as if the world's largest margarita glass had spilled over, making my way to work a salty, wet, obnoxious slurry. The same can't be said for the actual city streets. All the residual icy bullshit has been heaved into the bike lanes, making us all-year cyclists feel just THAT more marginal than we already might be! And woe to you if you wanna opt for a side street. Those are resplendent in that lovely beige-meets-brown oatmealesque snowmass that does nothing but hide the glacial mess underneath. Super.

I'm gonna sign off 'til tomorrow. Not feeling uber-positive at the moment, and I'm not too keen on clogging the InterWeb with my maudlin negativity.