Thunderclouds (Sia, Diplo, Labrinth, LSD)

Woke to this song in my head in our complementary hotel room on the 23rd floor of the Hampton Inn in Chicago’s west loop. After breakfast and a workout, we walked in the cold and grey to Morris and Sons, a solitary building on Polk St with the best collection of men’s clothes, and where a new messenger bag and scarf were to be had. Then Uber to Hyde Park to visit the newly opened and extensively renovated Robie House, a Frank Lloyd Wright treasure in on the U. Chicago campus. Lunch at Medici’s on 57th and skipping a planned bus tour, we went book shopping and took a nap instead. After a bitterly cold walk through the wind along the Chicago River, we tucked into Bar Ramone for drinks (“good luck tonight!”) and had dinner at Proxi, which had amazing food, but no service after the food order. Then 7-11 for water and returned to the hotel room to read our new books. Including a small one from David Foster Wallace called This is Water, wherein he says, “The really important kind of freedom involves attention, and awareness, and discipline, and effort, and being able to truly to care about other people and to sacrifice for them, over and over, in myriad petty little unsexy ways, every day. That is real freedom.”