Events

The temperature at O'Hare hit 26.7°C/81°F just before 4pm today. That's a new record:

With 44 days to go before I hand over the keys door codes on my house, I looked at one last place today. It's at the north end of the Northalsted/Boystown neighborhood east of Wrigley Field, so the location is fantastic. The unit itself didn't show well at all because the current owners, shall I say, don't seem to have the same standards of maintenance that I do. It's fairly small and I don't think I would like my home-office situation. Disappointing.

I believe I have sold my house. I will know for sure when the buyer deposits the main portion of her earnest money with my agent tomorrow or Tuesday. The agreed price (5% over asking) means that my house will have appreciated at 7.9% annually since I bought it—about double the general inflation rate. That's, frankly, insane.

Secretary of State Marco Rubio admitted yesterday that the OAFPOTUS administration has achieved an unprecedentedly stupid outcome through its unprovoked war against Iran:

The temperature at Inner Drive Technology World HQ has plummeted 4°C in less than 90 minutes as a cold front plowed through the area. I pity the people attending Opening Day at Wrigley, and not just because of the weather.

I have some work left to do today, which is unfortunate given the 18°C sunny weather this afternoon and the impending pneumonia front that will, in 24 hours, take us half-way back to winter for a day and a half. The forecast looks a lot like late March in Chicago should: 21°C today, 15°C plummeting to 1°C tomorrow, 4°C Friday (low of -1°C), 9°C Saturday, 15°C Sunday, and 19°C Monday. This lets us exercise our entire wardrobe excepting, mercifully, our heaviest winter coats.

Sure Happy It's Tuesday! Here's what crossed my desk today:

The last two weeks have really taken a toll, so I don't have a lot of creativity to spare today. Between performances, travel, an open house, and everything else, I didn't have a normal day from the 10th until yesterday. And yesterday was only "normal" in that I had no planned or scheduled activities of any kind, which I celebrated by doing fuck all.

Cassie has gotten 2 hours of walks so far today because (a) I had a showing and an open house and (b) it's gorgeous out. I am, however, down about 12 hours of sleep in the last 7 days, and I may have had an extra drink or two in the Hospitality Suite with my colleagues on Wednesday. Plus, of course, 10 hours of traveling yesterday.

Heading back home. I get why people like spending time by California beaches, and yet my main priority right now is getting Cassie back, followed by sleeping in my own bed tonight. I got a little lovin' from a middle-aged German shepherd dog on the beach this morning, which helped.