May 8

It's one of the realities of life these days that air travel, well, sucks. It's unreliable and unpredictable, but on the bright side, you do generally get where you're going. Eventually. And now that I'm on the other side of today's iteration of eventually, I can write.

Abby graduates from Wheaton on Sunday. I have no idea how we're already here, but here we are nonetheless! (And I'm far too tired and stuffy to wax poetic but hopefully later.)  Adam, Brady, and I left the house at 7 this morning intending to board a 9:30 flight to Salt Lake, and then continue on to Chicago. (Isaac had an AP test at noon so he's on a later flight. Thank you to Terry for giving him a ride to the airport! You're a lifesaver.) 

Well, the 9:30 thing didn't happen (although we did get to sit on a plane at the gate for an hour before they decided it wasn't happening). We were rebooked onto a flight through San Diego which left two hours later, but because the southernmost section of Southern California is in the exact opposite direction as our eventual target, it meant hours were added to our total travel time. (You can mentally insert the Whomp Whomp sound here.)

But we did have mostly peaceful flights. I did get to watch "Celebrity Jeopardy" and several episodes of "The Simpsons" with Brady on his phone and I did give him a packet of sugar which he actually ate. And we did get here. We did get our rental car quickly and the one bag we checked was the sixth one to emerge from the shoot on the baggage carousel. And we did get to our hotel. And though we didn't get Culvers (boo) because it was already closed by the time we rolled into town, we did settle for McDonalds. And that was okay.

And now... now I'm tired. My ears also haven't popped at all (which is a consistent thing for me, unfortunately... who says it only happens to little kids?) so I can't hear squat. (Of course, that meant Adam and Brady could blast Morgan Wallen in the car and I literally had no clue until one of them remarked on how it was three times as loud as I'd ever allow.) And I'm still stuffy. 

But I'm grateful to be in town to watch my girl graduate from college. All the travel troubles aside, that is a big blessing.