My flight was delayed, natch, but otherwise uneventful. Getting off the plane, the flight attendant announced, “It’s a little colder in Chicago than it is in New York, so, well, be prepared!” I forgot what a lovely hot mess O’Hare Airport is. And where else but in Chicago would Blago still make front-page news? How much do I love Chicago? Lots and lots. It’s great to come home.