Stuck at O’Hare with a million festive travelers. Real happy about it. So close, but so far away.

The highlight of the day was hopping my flight up to Traverse City, bumping and weaving in and out of winter turbulence the whole way up there, coming down to land, fearing fucking death, being in sight of the runway and then pulling back up and heading back to O’Hare.

Scared shitless for a coupe minutes there. Fuck.

Back at O’Hare now, wandering the place, waiting, wondering and dealing with the delay game.