You’re going to think I’m crazy, but the last couple days in Florida, I really started to miss Chicago-land weather — the cold and the gray. I had trouble making sense of it myself, but I felt a distinct sense of disjointedness. And I’m pretty sure it was all the sunshine and warm weather. It was great for the first week, but then I started to imagine what it would be like to live in Florida year round and I felt an onset of anxiety. Weird, I know. I guess I need my seasons. I wasn’t sure until we landed in Chicago in 40º weather. And I felt elated. And now, this morning, it is blessedly snowing. I’m home. And I guess home is somewhere between the 35th and 45th parallels north.