Back

Chicago is now a big blur of flights, work, meat on a sword, and meeting some great people.

I'm happy to be back home, with my dog and boy in my arms and my feet to soon be in skates. I'll be back to the gym tomorrow.

I didn't end up working out in Chi. It was kind of a pipe-dream anyway. I'm busting out 12 hour days when I travel, and I think I ran around like a crazy woman enough to work something off. Granted, I countered that with a 3 hour stay at a Brazilian steak house where meat-on-demand is a way of life.

I slightly miss my cushy king bed with fresh sheets daily, but I'll trade my dog on my lap and my boy laughing at the Simpsons any day.