Chicago is a city of extremes. Not sure I've ever seen us move gently from one season to the next and more often than not we speed wildly from cold to hot to monsoon to draught with nothing in-between. This year looks to be no different.
Guess I wouldn't know what to do if we had a warning when the season was going to change. Oh - the calendar? *Snort!* Doesn't mean a thing around here.