Just a brief one for now; may have lots and lots of time later to write, though.
I'm in Chicago - at the O'Hare Hilton, in fact. I have the clothes on my back and the few books in my carryon - the rest of my luggage is presumably in Portland. A delayed departure from Munich, coupled with Tropical Storm Ike heading through the Midwest meant that I missed my already-too-short connection last night. The weather's only worse today, and given that as much as I love flying, I hate takeoff, well, it'll be interesting.
Talked with the kidlet for awhile last night. He's with his dad & is totally fine, but I miss him terribly nonetheless. Starting to think it's time to suck it up and bring him along on some trips. It's just not worth it to be away... I'm also really not happy about not being home. I'd hoped to spend a good chunk of this afternoon with my mom - valuable time in short supply. I'll probably figure out a way to skip out of wok for an afternoon in the next few days, assuming, that is, that I get to Portland today.
OK. Shower, put on clothes I first donned in Barcelona... let's see... nearly 40 hours ago now, and locate coffee and food. I'm on standby for a 3-something flight - we'll see if that flies (no pun intended) today.
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