There's an old adage in aviation: It's better be down here wishing you were up there rather than being up there wishing you were down here.
Today is one of those days. You can barely see the buildings in downtown Chicago. That's some serious IFR!
My inner aviator wishes I could be flying. Why? I want to be a better pilot! I can handle low fog layers, but I don't have much experience with wet/icy and windy weather. Maybe that's a good thing.
I know my limitations. As a low-time pilot, I'd never fly in such scuzzy weather alone or with family, especially in an ill-equipped aircraft.
In such situations, an experienced flight instructor is valuable. There's so much to learn, and I'd like to do so without twisting metal.