The latest rash of blizzards fought me tooth and nail, but I did make it to Nashville and back. My flights were delayed so many hours that I could have driven... but then I would have had to drive through it. Instead, I flew over it. In spite of the fatigue that spending hours in O'Hare engenders, being victimized along with hundreds of similarly frustrated travelers, wondering when and if you're going to be taking-off, I'm really glad I went.
And it sure was great to spend a couple days with my youngest offspring, Sara; having her cook me breakfast and take me out to her favorite restaurants and shopping spots; getting to meet her cool friends and sleep in her cozy guestroom; witnessing once again, first-hand, how nicely she has sprung.
