Home again, home again jigitty jog

Somewhere over Wyoming (I think)

I’m back from big bouncy beautiful Chicago. We danced beside Lake Michigan at a free concert in Grant Park, played Perudo with Tim’s relatives, rode commuter trains, and ate yummy stuff. Plus the flights were so beautiful. There and back again we were flying in between layers of ginormous lumpy fluffy clouds. Sigh. I hope I never get used to that.