Oh, FFS… I could see at least a mile down the track, either direction. I was "on the tracks" less than 2 minutes.
Up and cold. I turned off the heat a ways back due to 80 degree weather, and I refuse to turn it back on again. Chicago promptly moved to Canada and here I sit with 2 sweaters on, freezing. Time to go to The Morgue. I'd shorten that, but it autocorrects to the trademark sign, so I can't.