Practicalmadness

The temperature in Chicago is "80° F, feels like 80° F," according to Weather.com. As I was leaving the house in t-shirt and shorts for only the second time in 2003, Jenny asked if maybe I was underdressed. In actuality, while walking down Michigan Avenue I was dying for a bottle of water because it's so darn hot. Less than a week ago, you see, we had 40° and snow, and even though it was annoying I said at the time that "a month from now we'll be wishing for it to be this cool again."

Meanwhile, as I'm starting to swelter in this whopping 80 degrees of heat, I'm thinking: "One month from now I'll be begging for it to be this temperature again."

We have learned that the 7-Eleven at Wabash and Madison in the Loop serves Dr. Pepper Red Fusion in its Big Gulp machine. It's actually more of a darker red, like what you would get if you mixed day-old blood with soda water and served it up in a soda fountain. Not that I would know anything about that, of course.