It is raining inside my house.
My husband won't stop coughing.
I slammed my finger in the door last night. (My middle finger on my right hand; how am I going to express myself now?)
I had a terrible, terrible day at work yesterday.
I have a meeting in Streeterville this afternoon. On my trip from Logan Square, I got caught in a typhoon. I finally started having fun. I love my bicycle. I love riding it. I love Chicago, even when the weather sucks. Ride on, everybody!