Mary and I leave for Chicago tomorrow morning. We're driving up over two days to see to the building, then leaving on Tuesday and coming home. That is, unless Frances interferes with things. It doesn't appear that we're going to get any more out of it than some heavy rain and wind, but ya never know. This evening, it sounded like they were saying that it's slowing down and breaking up. I hope so, for the sake of the people in Florida, many of whom have already suffered enough. Stay safe out there, gang.
I'll have a laptop with me (and I've arranged the trip so that I get high speed access in all of my hotels), so I'll be able to keep up with things on the Internet, and of course the cellphone so that I don't have to pay an arm and a leg for phone calls while staying in hotels. You know, that's something that bugs me. The hotels where you pay $50 a night give you all the local phone calls you want; the ones that cost $250 a night charge you for phone calls by the minute. Why is that?
I'm fighting off the tail end of a cold. I've gotten over the cruddy feeling, the interminable sneezing, the sore throat, and all I have left is the cough and a slightly runny nose. It hurts to cough, but I could be a whole lot more miserable.
Time to burn some music for the trip. More from the road tomorrow.