Last Friday my boss asked me to come to Chicago for work…Saturday.  Even though the timing wasn’t great because I have been traveling more than I typically like recently, the work opportunity was too good to pass up.  Since getting here I’ve realized a couple of things.

I’m so very over traveling right now.  I would like nothing more than to wake up in my bed, throw on some sweats, move to the couch, and watch college football all day.

Even though this is my second time in Chicago, I don’t feel like I can actually say that I’ve been here.  The first time was passing through with my mom on the way to her high school reunion in the small town in middle Illinois.  We stopped in town long enough to visit one of the museums and then headed on.

This time, the only thing I’ve seen of Chicago has been from the back seat of a taxi between my hotel and the office.  I’m not sure that counts as being to a place.

Cross your fingers for me that the rain doesn’t delay my flight tomorrow or that I don’t get stuck here.