With a breath of fresh air spring finally arrived in Chicago- kind of. It was technically only about forty degrees yesterday, but the sun shine was shining. So I’m going to call that spring. Rumor is that it might even reach fifty degrees today. Fifty! Can you imagine? If my legs weren’t so white and nasty looking I might break out the shorts.
After spending last weekend with a film crew , doing shows at the Laugh Factory and iO, and eating and drinking way too much with my family in town, Chris and I just wanted to chill this weekend. And chill we did. We had been looking forward to a weekend on the couch for almost two months now and it felt just as wonderful as we’d hoped it would. We’re both really good at couch time.
It was pretty nice on Saturday afternoon so we ventured out to walk Harlow and stumbled on what might be our next little home. It’s a wonderful little place with exposed brick on the inside and tall ceilings, and it’s literally a five minute walk to some of our favorite bars and restaurants. And did I mention it has a yard? Like a real yard (a real teeny tiny yard) but it’s grass never the less! I haven’t even told Harlow about it yet because I don’t want to get his hopes up. Because Chris and I aren’t millionaires we are still in the renting market and signing a new lease can get very competitive in Chicago. When a good spot goes up for rent it is usually scooped up within hours. So I’m crossing my fingers we get good news today and find out that we’ll be moving May 1st. I know most people hate moving but I literally love it. I get huge jollies off of reorganizing and tossing out old things and finding new ways to decorate with pieces I’ve had forever. Since 2010 I’ve moved over five times and I’m starting to get antsy to do it again. I get itchy if I stay in a place too long, and even though I love our current apartment we’ve almost been here for two years. It’s time to mix things up again.
Speaking of mixing things up, I’m thinking about doing something really crazy today and going for a run… I haven’t exactly been super physically active for the past six
months years so I’m thinking it’s time to kick it into gear for summer. Or something like that. Speaking of being healthy, Sunday night for dinner Chris made the most amazing plate of oven baked chicken nachos.
It’s gross, right? Well whatever we’re pretty gross on the weekends. Don’t worry, I’ll be eating yogurt and fish all week to make up for it. And running, remember?
It’s officially Monday. Time to take on the day.