Not so bad. Just a hint of lake-effect flurries to let you know its springtime. In Chicago.

On the first part of my commute, I managed to catch the green on a series of traffic lights through Evanston. I never catch these on a roll, and was wondering when my luck was going to change. I started muttering things like, "Dang, another green light, come on, change, change" in a futile attempt to deceive the fates. My luck with the lights turned when I got to Chicago.