So, after getting up at 5 am yesterday, driving to Salt Lake in a snowstorm at 30-40 mph, waiting in line forever, and sitting on the plane for 3 hours before we could even take off, then waiting in a holding pattern above Chicago forever, then waiting an hour for my baggage to come, then taking the Blue Line to downtown Chicago and transferring to a bus while juggling way too much baggage, I then got off the bus 4 blocks too early. It was hard to see through the bus windows, and I thought that the stoplight up ahead was 56th Street, not 52nd Street. So I tried to haul three suitcases through 12 inches of snow and was finally able to flag down a cab to take me the rest of the way.
So, after all that, they cancelled my flight out of Chicago today.
Good news is that they rescheduled me for one an hour later. So I'll finally be able to sleep in my own bed tonight! And that Siobhan has internet access. But man, what an adventure the last two days have been.