My flight back to Chicago was apparently really bumpy, but I displayed my trademark plane-related narcolepsy and slept right through. When the pilot announced that we were beginning our descent into Chicago, I was surprised since I hadn't heard the flight attendants serving beverages. I usually hear the overly load, chirrupy tones of "and what would you like to drink today?" even if I don't bother to open my eyes to try to snag myself four ounces of Diet Coke and three cubes of ice. As it turned out, I hadn't actually slept through it though. We hit turbulence all the way to Louisville, so the flight attendants didn't have enough time to finish serving the drinks.

I don't usually fly into Chicago at night. I really noticed the grid system at night. The lights follow these impossibly straight paths, and every half a mile there is a line of brighter lights for a main street. It's perfectly ordered and completely different from Atlanta which has a couple of big blobs of darkness and in between them narrow strings snaking along the tops of ridges or old Cherokee hunting paths to hold the edge cities loosely together.

When I got home I discovered the shower wasn't draining at all. Amanda had tried Liquid Plumber to no avail, so I went to Walgreens and bought a bottle of Draino Max and poured that whole sucker down. It sort of worked (the drain just drains slowly now), but the tub is absolutely disgusting from the caked Draino and Liquid Plumber. I showered at a friends today. So I have a date with a bottle of Comet this afternoon.