"It's warmer in the interior of Alaska than it is here in Chicago," said Tom Skilling, WGN weatherman extraordinare, about five minutes ago. Right now it's 42 degrees outside my window, but it feels like 33 degrees. I really shouldn't be expected to go to work tomorrow.
Enduring crappy weather is our solemn duty in Chicago. But can someone explain to me how, no matter what direction you are walking in, the icy wet wind will always be blowing right into your sleep-deprived face? Anyone?