I’ve been struggling with a bout of insomnia lately. So it wasn’t a surprise when I was awake at 3:30 in the morning. But after an hour , I was able to get back to sleep. When I woke up again at 6:45 to the loud noises of CavSon, I was quite glad that I wasn’t riding to the airport with another local pastor on his way to Louisville. I needed about an hour to get ready, so I ended up leaving later than I expected. He was already at the gate when I was only about 5 minutes from my house. By then the dog had puked, beginning a long, hard day for CavWife.
I got one of the few remaining covered spots at the Fast Park and Relax. I actually had to check a bag because I transported 3 big bottles of beer for my friend Danny. It was stuff he couldn’t get in FL. He would have some stuff I can’t get in AZ. The line for security was the longest I’d seen at TIA, which isn’t saying much. Finally, I got to the gate with time to spare. A quick call to CavWife, and messages to old friends occupied my time by the gate. Then it was time for Ed and I to board the plane. It was a full flight, so we were crammed in there.
I decided to spend my time going over the Commissioner Handbook. I repeatedly interrupted Ed with “Can you believe this?” there really needs to be a limit on the number of overtures each Presbytery can make in a year. Some made 7 or 8. Glad someone has time to ponder changes to the Book of Church Order and Rules of the Assembly because I sure don’t. Maybe these things keep them up at night So, there was a big binder on my lap thru most of the journey.
After a wee bit of turbulence we arrived safely in Chicago. We had some decidedly non-Chicago-style pizza and talked. We discovered that our gate was off in the wilderness, and began the trail of tears. You know you those remote areas with signs saying “No Gas 40 miles”? There should have been one that said no bathrooms or food for 2 miles. Remote!
Distracted by a call to CavWife and confused by the time change which was not reflected by my phone, we nearly missed our flight. Apparently times flies in Chicago, or the suburb we hiked to.
Safely in Louisville, I commented on how strange it was to miss humidity. Shortly after checking in around 8, Danny texted me. So I walked to their hotel to eat their leftovers and have a delicious , cold beer from Cigar City Brewery while we enjoyed some time talking. Our wives carried on a conversation via text. They had a decidedly superior view from their 20th floor room. It overlooked the river, with steamboats soon it was nearly 11, so I returned to my hotel before crashing around 1 am. Sadly, I’d wake up around 6 am, not quite ready for a new day.