My Life, As Told Between (Baby Cakes') Naps

I’m back, still exhausted but in love with Chicago. Michigan Street is a shopper’s paradise; Moonstruck has the best mint infused hot chocolate I’ve ever ever tasted; the aquarium is fun (I want a dolphin); Millennium Park is beautiful even in winter; midwesterners are as friendly as they’re reputed to be; Chicago deep dish pizza is the best food on earth; and, while it’s a mystery to me how they accomplish this, there’s an amazing view of the city skyline from any apartment in the city. If anyone wants to run away to Chicago with me, drop me a line. As soon as I thaw out (unfortunately, it’s heartbreakingly cold there), I can repack my bags. In the meanwhile, I’ll be burrowing in the office for the next few days.
Completely miscellaneous and unrelated tidbit: For those of you who haven’t already read it, this article about Gen Y associates is kind of interesting. Apparently wanting both a good salary and a decent quality of life is too much to ask for.