51* in january.

Maybe those Mayans were onto something with the world ending this December because this winter has been insane. Insane in that it really hasn't been that cold and the snow has been kept to a minimum. If you know me at all, you know that is NOT up my alley. Something's wrong with me because I truly love the Chicago winters. I mean, let's be honest, I just love Chicago.

However, today, oh today...the high was 51*...which meant I got to open my balcony door and let the sunshine and fresh air in. Therefore today was glorious.

So while I'm not dreading a dreary February, I am appreciating this here strange spring-like day just because it may very well snow tomorrow. Or in June.

Room with a view.