March 19: Chicago, IL
Yesterday would have been our first day outside of Dublin on our grand Irish sojourn. Instead, in Chicago, we had breakfast in bed, ordered in pizza, and played Scrabble. As usual, Tess walloped me in the first game. I eked out a victory in the second, but by night’s end was too weary to finish the series.
It was not bedtime, though: we opted to finish the latest Netflix-available season of Better Caul Saul. The better part of a decade has passed since I was a night owl, and I’m usually falling asleep on the couch if I watch a movie after 8pm. So, I don’t know what it is, but this vacation has found us staying up several hours later than usual, which on the other side of this thing will feel like switching time zones to get back to work. At least that’s one available element of vacation.
There was thick fog throughout the city, which visually shrouds it in ambivalence. I made it to almost to the lake’s edge on a walk for the first time since lockdown began. From that distance or from a high rise, which cloud this low and thick, you can hardly tell whether Chicago is eerily empty or still buzzing.
Gummies and Orange Soda 