Well, I made it home safely from Chicago late last night (or should I say early this morning). I ended up walking to Clark/Lake, and taking the (super packed) train to O’Hare. It wasn’t that fun, given I had to stand about 80% of the trip wearing a 50lb backpack and dealing with a cold. The flight home was 4 hours of podcast, and waiting for the person in the aisle seat to wake up so I could hit the restroom (predictable side effect of drinking liquid to drown the cold).
Today I worked from home (didn’t even scan the news all that much), and the cold seems to be getting better. Hopefully, I’ll feel like my old self (well, not like my old self… I’d rather feel like my younger self) after a good night’s sleep.