Berck has bungee-corded me to the lawn chair that serves as my desk chair and is forcing me to write about the events last weekend that almost kept us in Chicago much longer than we intended. So, here goes. I consider myself a lucky person. I am even lucky in my misfortune. When something unlucky…
We’re in Chicago. We drove from Norman Friday morning. It’s pretty easy… you take Interstate 44 until you get to St. Louis, then I-55 till Chicago. I-44 passes through Springfield, MO, the first house Berck remembers living in. We got lunch at Arby’s, and with Berck’s description of the neighborhood to his mom, and his…
I have tomorrow off. Happy 4th on the 2nd! That meant that we were supposed to get off every day this week at 4:30. Ha! We did on Monday and Tuesday. Then we were hit by some humongous orders. Yesterday we got off at 6. Today we finally got to leave at 6:45…and that was…
Our upstairs neighbor came downstairs today. She was extremely apologetic. She had just gotten back from the airport, had been out of town all week. (So we didn’t hear her upstairs after all. Berck thinks I’m hearing things. I think her boyfriend came every evening to feed the cat.) So when Berck woke me up…