Illinois and Indiana

It was never going to be easy, but the last couple days featured less sleep and more contingency planning than I’d ever expected. Our flight from Heathrow to O’Hare wasn’t much fun, but at least it got off the ground, which is more than can be said for the (canceled) jump from O’Hare to Indianapolis. And yet that’s still more than could be said for the ‘free shuttle’ that was supposed to drive us to a Chicago airport hotel but never showed, supposedly being “en route” for hours…

Anyhow, we’re here now, having rolled into Indianapolis in a rental Hyundai, a mere 24 hours behind schedule. Lots of family present to greet us on arrival.

Plus, I should note that traveler’s luck can go both ways: Yesterday, Em started shrieking like crazy in the backseat, obviously in need of an immediate diaper change, and what should Dad discover but, lo! - the ‘World’s Largest Fireworks Superstore’ sitting at the next offramp.

For the record — holding a happy, babbling baby in one arm, and clutching a pack of bottle rockets in the other is a mighty fine feeling.

Happy Memorial Day!