Windy nights

As I sit at my desk, trying to muster up the focus to edit my audio slideshow for my journalism class (which is eating my soul, slowly) the wind has apparently remembered what Chicago's nickname is and picked up its game. I'm sitting here in silence because I'm listening to my audio track on iTunes. And when I'm done writing my captions, I'll listen to that again and again so I can log the audio. Sigh. The weather here has been thoroughly unpredictable with rain and wind one minute, chilling you to the bone with those 54 degree temperatures and the next minute the sun is shining and the mid 60s feel like you've walked onto a tropical island. This is not what I meant when I wished for fall. Neither was the workload of a million and one things to do this week. By the end of this week I may have one fewer class to worry about - Don Quixote has not endeared himself to me enough that I could even fantasize about the idea of keeping that class on my schedule. The Man of La Mancha will just have to wait. I may keep him waiting for many years though.