Yesterday, it was sunny and 62-ish degrees. Today? Ass cold and snow. What the hell, man!?!? I know it's Chicago; I don't care. It ain't RIGHT. Gah.

Ok, so the office/guest suite du Snidge has been vacuumed and my desk orange-oiled and made respectable-looking, so all I need to do in there is wash the sheers. Then, the can needs a light cleaning, garbage needs to be taken out and living room straightened, and Chez Broad will be ready for my peeps (I'll also vacuum out the couch in case Headcase decides to crash, unless she wants to bunk with me, but then that'll mean I have to clean MY room out, and that I'm kind of trying to avoid. But the couch is extra comfy; I'll even take it if she wants the bed). Kaffy will bunk at Winston's, natch, and Tara and her friend live close enough that they'll go home. Yeah, Tara has to bowl in the annual Post bowl-a-thon Sunday, so she best not get too loaded Saturday night.

Oh, and if I can find it, I do have a cool shirt to wear. Just got to retrieve it from one of the many laundry piles.