The vacation was beautiful. Except for an unpleasant, but very brief, encounter with my fibromyalgia, this trip could not have been more perfect...
But I packed... not ALL wrong, but largely wrong. And I blame Lake Michigan!
Hear me out - in Chicago, if you live near the lake (and I live literally 100 meters from it), the weather is always colder than advertised. So when someone tells you that your forecast is... say 75 degrees... you draw a mental picture of what that means. In this neighborhood, it means coolish - a cardigan or light sweater is appropriate.
Which, if course, is NOT how that temperature feels when you're away from a very large body of water that keeps the heat suppressed for much of the summer!
Let's ... View the Post