Sometimes I log into my old UIC email account (replete with spam these days) and pretend I'm sitting in my old, windowless, shared office, waiting for a ride home or steeling myself for a chilly walk to the train. I also read the Chicago Tribune online edition every day, to the extent that sometimes I get the weather report screwed up. Then I think about how I used to decorate our old casa for the holidays. Or when we'd have parties for the Chicago Women's Poetry Group at my old place. Sometimes I even pine for our old footed bathtub.
Apparently, I don't live there any more. But it sure is a comfort knowing that y'all are freezing just like we are here in Northeast Ohio.