And now we are firmly 24 days into January and surprisingly it hasn't been horrible. I'm sorry, but January and February are the worst months to be in Chicago, due to the bitter cold that slaps you in the face like an estranged and jilted lover every morning. But despite a five and a half hour drive last Friday as I went to pick up the kid I nanny for, which usually only takes me about an hour, January has behaved itself admirably. February, take notes.
