I'm home. I have 1094 photos to sift through, and literally 50 pages of notes on my little junket to Chicago. Six days, five nights, three umbrellas, the longest piece of unaccountable me-time I've had since before I had kids. It did the job, I'm fully relaxed and had an absolute blast. Tons of stories. From the Bean to the Field Museum to the Modern Wing at the Art Institute to sleeping on a boat to being hustled by a male prostitute in the Green Mill after hearing some of the best live jazz ever.
My legs finally quit hurting from the walking and now I'm done. So be patient, I'll probably start tonight because I never did have any sense, but it'll take me a bit to decompress and process all this crap.
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