I got up at 4:00 AM this morning - which is never a good way to start the day - to go to Chicago for another work meeting.
My flight was so turbulent I promised myself I wouldn't fly again - like, ever!
I was pretty thrilled to sit in an office with a view of Grant park - my hostess was nice enough to point out Obama's victory rally location. It was pretty cool to see, even from a 62nd floor window.
Then I had my meeting and I got back on another plane by 3:50 PM. This time the turbulence was even worse. I've turned into a chickenshit flyer.
When I got off the plane I wanted to kiss the ground like the Pope used to do. I didn't, of course. Instead I hightailed to the car service. My driver gave me the award for "quickest sprint through Logan airport." I was in the car a mere five minutes after my plane landed.
But you see, I wanted to make it home in time for bedtime. And I did. It was the best part of my day.
Now it's time for me to go to bed. There's no place like home!