8:10am Monday morning. Standing on the El platform. I've managed to shower, get myself and Z ready and eat breakfast without Josh (he's in NYC). Dropped Z off at day care and bundled myself up in a down coat, hat, gloves and 6-foot-long wool scarf.
It's -9 degrees F and the train doesn't come. Apparently when it gets this cold, the CTA train doors start malfunctioning. So I wait. And wait. And at 9:40, when the train finally pulls alongside the very crowded platform, I get on. But even a 30 minute ride downtown isn't long enough to thaw out my frozen feet.
I hate the bitter cold.
