It rained from Friday afternoon until about an hour ago. Julie and I tried to brave the outside yesterday and go to the Celtic Fest Chicago, but we only lasted about 20 minutes before giving up and taking the bus back home. To make up for it I make cheeseburgers and she cooked fries for dinner.

By this afternoon it was misty enough to walk around without an umbrella and not immediately get drenched, so I took a walk. I walked by Barack Obama’s home. There were four Chicago Police cars blocking his street, along with some jersey barriers and metal fences, and a bunch of black Suburbans parked directly in front of the house. Other than that it wasn’t much different than any other intersection in the neighborhood.

What else. I have decided that I need a real futon or a bed, because Beddinge is not cutting it. I don’t mind having a foam mattress, but the split in the middle drives me crazy. It creases up and I always end up sleeping diagonally so that half of my back is in the “valley.”