I'm not sure how we made it home from Chicago, but I can tell you how we didn't.. highways.
94 = closed
196 = most of it closed, all of it should have been.
Chicago Dr. East = hilarious/sad watching people drive right into snow banks. And when I say people, I mean dodge neons.
Joe, unsure if we are in a field or on a road. But of course still smiling.
I got home and couldn't look out half of our windows because snow piles over them and seeps into the apartment. Our heat is blaring. You know who doesn't notice? Domesticated animals.
Jack will only drink warm water from a running faucet... the hardships of a house cat.
Love,
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