-22 degrees windchill. NOW we're talkin'. This is the Chicago I know and love. I came home after a wonderful weekend with the whole family and expected the cat to greet me at the door as he usually does. No cat. So I looked under my afghans, expecting to see him burrowed underneath. No cat. I headed to the bedroom, where I could hear muffled meows. I looked under the covers, but still no sign. I finally saw movement in the comforter and realized that he had gotten himself inside the duvet cover and couldn't figure how to get out. I have not idea how long he was in there, but he's no worse for the wear. He's a pretty tough cat, but clearly not the smartest of the litter.
Right now it's snowing great big flakes that I hope will stick. I would love be able to ski tomorrow night after work--I'm going skiiing with my nephew in February and will definitely need to work to keep up with him.