Chicago has the craziest weather I've ever seen. Hotter than heck in the afternoon, and then wham, a big ol' thunderstorm rolls in off the lake with a bunch of cold air and the temp drops like twenty degrees in 45 minutes. It's like Mother Nature needs Prozac.

I just walked downstairs to stick my nose out the front door, and it's not fit for man nor beast out there. Yikes. Then, on my way back upstairs, I caught a whiff of someone's dinner. Someone in this building is making a tuna noodle casserole, like my mom used to make. Nothing complex, basically a Hamburger Helper meal, but dang. It's amazing how suddenly a guy can get homesick.

Oh, well. I still love this town, and I'm nestled among friends and family here. I just wish it weren't raining so damn hard – I'd pop over to the grocery store and get some casserole fixin's.