The weather around here has been.. well.. lame. Almost unending thunderstorms for the last couple of days, tornado warnings (complete with annoying sirens), tornado touchdowns all around, hail – it's been brilliant.

Saturday was looking like a decent day to start moving. It was kind of humid, a bit cloudy, and a bit gloomy looking, but (since I hadn't checked the weather) I had no idea what was coming. I loaded my car up and took the quick drive to my new apartment. After eating and doing nothing for awhile, it started to rain. And rain. I started to wish that I had unloaded my car as soon as I got there.

Did I mention that it was raining? Pouring. Torrential. For a few minutes I even got to stand and watch nervously (from a 3rd floor balcony) as my car was pelted with hail. There was some big stuff coming down, but luckily it all avoided my car.

Once the weather let up, I quickly moved my stuff in, and at that point we decided to watch Harold & Kumar Go To Whitecastle. The movie finished up, one thing led to another, and before we knew it Kyle and myself were embarking on a one hour drive through this stupid rain to get to the nearest Whitecastle.

Our Whitecastle journey was pretty uneventful, but afterwards (even now) I have to question why we actually did it.

And everywhere I look, the world is flooded.

Right here.. right now.. it's 70 degrees (fahrenheit) outside. A bit windy, but otherwise the most beautiful day this pathetic town has seen so far this year.

I fully expect to get 14 inches of snow tomorrow.

I'm going to chalk the last few days up as having been another great weekend.

When I was younger, I used to be really into baseball. There was a park less than a block away from my house, and my neighbor and I would go down and hit a few every once in awhile. I had a pretty sizeable card collection which, unfortunately, seems to have vanished. What took me away from baseball? I'm not sure, but I'm almost hooked on it again. Part of me is resisting.

Saturday I went to my first Cubs game and the second baseball game that I've ever gone to. We had excellent seats, and the game was pretty back and forth. If there was ever a perfect situation to stir up my hunger for baseball, this was it. And it did. I'm hungry. As usual, pictures will probably take a week for me to actually get uploaded to flickr.

Sunday consisted of a trip to the Lincoln Park Zoo and then the Conservatory. Both were nice and I had a great time, and now I'm really looking forward to seeing the zoo in the summer when the trees are full of leaves and the flowers are in bloom.

It's spring, which means that I'm being stubborn and trying to get by with wearing a coat as little as possible. For the last few days this has been fine in the afternoon, but in the morning – oh man – it's still a bit nippy out there. I think the freeze/thaw process is helping me start the day off awake and alert though, so there's no complaining from me.

It still makes me smile every morning to see the sunshine hitting the sidewalks. Why? Because there's no snow or ice on the ground to stop the light from hitting its target. And that's what it's really all about. Sunshine and sidewalks. Maybe lightning too.