Finally, I'm at home...
To make a very long story short, I made it to Chicago on time yesterday and made it to my gate just before boarding. Then there was an gate change. Then there was an aircraft change. Then I was bumped from one flight to another.
Finally, the final flight of the night was cancelled. I was transported to the O'Hare Crowne Plaza Hotel along with a bunch of other "distressed passengers" - all of us with our "distressed passenger" vouchers in hand.
I was back at the airport at 6 this morning and airlifted out of the windy (and rainy and stormy) city at 9:30 this morning, reunited with Steve at the airport in Charlotte at 12:45 or so, then with the children 45 minutes later here at home. Daniel, my dearly devoted son, stayed home from school today so that he could be here upon me return.
It is good to be home.
It was a fantastic journey.
All is well.
Must go; the children are calling me.
Yup, I'm back!