East of Michigan Avenue

I’m on a plane back home to Utah from Chicago right now, another one of those less-than-24-hours-in-a-city type trips that is living up to its history of wrecking me because I can feel a violent itch climbing up the back of my throat and a few of my limbs are trying to give out. I’m going to go ahead and wave a white flag today and sit back with a few games of solitaire, maybe try to gather some strength for tomorrow or read something totally trashy.

Delta’s in-flight wifi won’t care if I google “tasteful porn” right?

Cool. Forget solitaire.

(Oh, wait! Forget tasteful porn, the guy in the aisle seat who has been asleep for the last hour just got up, so now I can go use the restroom! THIS IS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE!!!)