"I want to wash my hands, my face, my hair with snow..."

Though the weather probably looks similar even to those who don't live in Chicago, but, it snowed here. Boy did it snow. Cars are buried, parking is impossible, and I thank the Chicago gods for public transportation, which keeps us far from cabin fever. And the heat lamps. Ingenious. They keep Chicagoans from overthrowing city government for not plowing our roads in a timely fashion.