In Chicago Now
I collapsed after I posted, so I decided to get up at 6 AM and finish off.
I couldn’t find my waterproof pouch. Damn it. I’m going to call the hotel and see if I can have one shipped there. Otherwise, I’m packed.
I am losing a ton of weight. My newer scale said 172, and I was dubious, so I tried the other scale, and it said the same thing. Hmm.
I dropped off my Amazon returns. I didn’t drop off the stuff to shred because I was running late, but I asked how much it costs, and it’s reasonable. I drop off the shred stuff when I get back.
Tons of meetings this morning. And I had less time afterward because I did the time change wrong. I didn’t get a chance to put notes on the doors about the cats, but everything else got done. The shuttle guy arrived annoyingly early, but I just kept doing what I needed to get done before I went outside.
Now I’m the Detroit airport at the gate for the Chicago flight.
Mover guy texted me that my stuff will arrive after Christmas. Yay.
Made it to Chicago. The old airplane magic was working on me and I slept through to Chicago. (I can barely keep my eyes open on airplanes.) I wound up waiting for the airport shuttle as long as the flight took. But the guy picking me up was cheerful, so I didn't say anything. Ate dinner in the hotel. DoorDashed some soda and toothpaste.
I need to leave for the airport at 5 AM, so I need to get to sleep soon.
I really like my outfit.
