24 hours in Chicago was enough for me to realise how much I miss the city, even though the weather was absolutely freezing, they have been absolutely battered by snow and ice this winter but everything was running like clockwork even though the temperature was minus 17c when I landed on Tuesday morning at O'Hare without a coat.
It had been 7 months since I left but it was like I'd never been away, without any doubt a large chunk of my heart will always belong in Chicago.
I'm in San Francisco now, also just for 24 hours. I leave for a work meeting shortly and then have another night out which my Samsonite suitcase for eye bags and jar of Haywards pickles for liver could certainly do without. My preparation for this trip couldn't have been any worse with my practice group leader in from New York for the two days before I left for Miami. Two days and two very, very late nights.
I actually *crossing fingers* might have a fair bit of spare time on Friday in Los Angeles to catch up on a) some sleep and b) the world before taking the red-eye back to Miami Friday night. Then Saturday to chill before work starts in earnest on Sunday.