13 Hours to Chicago

It’s 2:52 in the bloody morning, and, in case you didn’t know, I’m not a morning person. I try to have metta for the morning, but I just want sleep and slow sun-rises….

Anyhow – back on track: it’s 2:53 am. What am I up to? I’m up to driving 3 hours to Spokane, flying to Salt Lake, then on to Chicago O’Hare, catching a bus to Jackson st, walking two blocks south and three blocks east and checking in to my hotel where hopefully my grumpiness will have worn off as I meet up with the Rev. Danny Fisher for the annual meeting of the American Academy of Religion.

Give his blog post a read – it’s a hoot. 3am grumpiness aside, I’m very excited for the trip. More soon from the Windy City…

With grumpy groggles of gratitude and a sleepy smile, I’m off….