There’s still snow on the ground here, which is disappointing, if not surprising.

I’m back from my trip to New Orleans for the half marathon, which was followed immediately by a business trip to California.  You know what New Orleans and California have in common? No snow.  Also: delicious foods that I can’t get in Chicago.  (Though those foods are not similar to each other: I’m left craving hush puppies and beignets from New Orleans and from L.A., those fabulous huge salads full of produce that one can only dream about during a Chicago winter.  And pinkberry.)

I’ll definitely want to tell you more about the half marathon (with pictures! of me making goofy faces!) but for now it appears that I am late for work.  Which I have to walk through the snow to get to.  Not that I’m bitter.