Detour at O'Hare

So the best laid plans of divas oft go aglay (or whatever). I'm sitting in a hotel 6 miles from O'Hare while Jenny and Lani get to have fun without me. Not fair. I thought I was so clever getting out of Burlington in the midst of a heavy snow storm. I didn't stop to consider that Chicago would be even worse.
No meds, no clean clothes, just my trusty computer and me. At least they do takeout.
In the meantime I've got a new idea. A truly wonderful, mesmerizing idea, one that's so good that I no longer have the career blues.
So I'll get cozy (maybe take a shower and wrap myself in a sheet like a toga). I'll do Chinese take out (delivery) in honor of the Lunar New Year (coz I'm certainly not traipsing out in the slop outside).
No pictures -- my camera's in the suitcase along with the Lake Champlain chocolates and the clean clothes.
I think I'll just hunker down and enjoy myself. Maybe even write some stuff for the fabulous new book.
And my girls' week out will just have to wait a day.