I live in Evanston now. It's pretty stellar.
There will be a whole lot more about all this. The place is a disaster at the moment; right now we have boxes for art, boxes for about half the furniture, and because Future Wife started working in the Chicago office today and the cats are sleeping, I have boxes for company.
And of course you, my sweet, sweet Internet.
But this is my last few days off -- actual, true days off with no responsibilities -- for quite a while, so I'm taking it easy. I may be showered before the Cubs take on the White Sox this afternoon. I may head to Target later on. I may take a nap.
It's rough, being the future of healthcare in America. But I'm just the guy to do it.