Sunny Mpls.

It was a bit of an adventure -- a two-and-a-half hour late plane and three gate changes in O’Hare, then the plane needed maintenance for wonky auto thrusters and no heat, then when we arrived in Mpls the jet bridge there burned up a motor and we couldn’t deplane until we were towed to another gate, then (finally) the taxi driver from the airport managed to miss a turn despite his GPS (since he wasn’t particularly familiar with the city) and we had a much longer trip than necessary -- but we eventually made it to Bruce’s.

Yay!

Music party tonight (I’m borrowing a guitar from Chas), and another party during the day tomorrow, then back home.

We have 35 minutes between flights in O’Hare on the way back. I’m crossing my fingers...