Road to nowhere

This is Ellen and me in Min- neapolis. It was fright- eningly cold. We had also arrived, due to fairly hideous winter driving conditions, at 6 a.m. that morning after driving all night, and had had approximately three hours' sleep before my first appointment. We left the next day, after said appoint- ment, Indian food at a place rumored to be a front for some sketchy operations (our waiter took this shot of Ellen), checking out downtown Minneapolis, several lovely hours at the Walker, and meetings/lunch with grad students from our respective departments--as well as a brief trip to Wisconsin when we got on east, rather than west, I-94 Friday morning.

We got back to Davenport about midnight Friday, and the next day went to church and had a fabulous ("Misty Stewart," Ellen called it) dinner at their house with friends and visitors from church. I left at 4:30 (reluctantly, but necessarily--so many projects call...), as it was beginning to snow--the first of another storm supposed to be moving in from the west. I more or less drove out of it as soon as I hit I-74, and had only light snow through Chicago. But by the time I hit Gary, I had apparently driven into another storm, and had to pretty much crawl the rest of the way home. I got in at 2:45 this morning, after over 9 hours on the road.

I am so glad to be (a) going to California for Christmas and (b) flying there.