We made it to Chicago. It’s a good thing too because I forgot to post my obligatory “I love you all” post before flying, in case of a fiery crash.

After getting in around 3 am and then reading for an hour or so before sleeping, we pretty much slept all day. Okay, I slept all day.

My mom called at ten in the morning. She’s in Kansas with Bob’s (stepdad’s) son Kenny until Friday. I answered the phone from a dead sleep. She thought I was Andy and proceeded to apologize for waking me (him) because he (me) must have gotten in late and needed sleep. When I cleared my throat and made it more clear that it was me and not my husband, I got, “Cynthia, what (read:in the hell) are you doing in bed so late”. It figures. What’s that spiel about a prophet not being appreciated in his own country. Let me just say, you people in this country of mine, you’re missing out big time.

We went to dinner at 5 with Andy’s sisters, sister’s husbands and kids and now we are drinking liquor, watching educational television (Planet Earth) and completing my online driver’s education course that THE MAN made me do for disobeying a no U-turn sign. Andy said it was ironic that we were working on the course while drinking, but I think it would only be ironic if I was ticketed for drunk driving.

I’m having a fun time. Finally a trip out of Vegas with my husband. And a trip out of Vegas with moisture in the air. I am in a state of bliss. The alcohol may have something to do with it, but regardless, bliss just the same.