Not for Fun
Another trip to Chicago. Not for fun and games. No shows to see.
Lauran went back to the hospital for migraine-related...stuff.
They f***ed her up, they can fix her.
We left in the morning for an appointment, I got back a little after 11 pm. Alone.
They might spring her over the weekend. Which means I will be in Hell, only not when or where I thought.
So much for 2 months of training. Oh well, the roads aren't going anywhere. I can still ride 'em another day.

I am a patient, saintly husband.

Who expects to be rewarded.