If you don’t like it, wait a few minutes.

I fully intended to spend today packing up those clothes I definitely won’t wear in the next five days. I figured those clothes would include most of my tank tops and t-shirts — and most of my skirts as well — because it’s been chilly here in Chicago.

Except I just looked at the weather and it’s supposed to get hot again this week. Back up into the 80s. And then back down into the 60s and low 70s. So I am going to have to keep out a variety of clothes for the week because I have no idea what the weather will be like from day to day — will it actually get that warm? Will it be super windy so the warmth doesn’t really matter? Will it rain? The forecast is not very helpful — this is Chicago, after all, and when the five-day shows medium chances of rain most days but also medium chances of sun and cloud cover…well, I know the weather could do just anything.

Five days. That’s all that I have left before I get to be home.

Fickle weather

Yesterday I picked up my drycleaning, which included my trenchcoat, which I hadn’t worn since the end of February because I took it with me to Vegas and it reeked of cigarettes and sin. As I picked it up, I thought, “I really should have had this cleaned sooner, it’s gotten too warm for it now. It’s just going to sit in the closet until the fall.”

I was wrong.

It is 47˚ outside right now. It’s not supposed to get above 65˚ for the next several days.

So I guess the “end of the season coat drycleaning” is just like the “it’s not going to rain car washing.”  Next time I want it to get warm, I’m having my best linen sundress cleaned.