Detour at O'Hare

So the best laid plans of divas oft go aglay (or whatever). I'm sitting in a hotel 6 miles from O'Hare while Jenny and Lani get to have fun without me. Not fair. I thought I was so clever getting out of Burlington in the midst of a heavy snow storm. I didn't stop to consider that Chicago would be even worse.
Grumble.
No meds, no clean clothes, just my trusty computer and me. At least they do takeout.
In the meantime I've got a new idea. A truly wonderful, mesmerizing idea, one that's so good that I no longer have the career blues.
So I'll get cozy (maybe take a shower and wrap myself in a sheet like a toga). I'll do Chinese take out (delivery) in honor of the Lunar New Year (coz I'm certainly not traipsing out in the slop outside).
No pictures -- my camera's in the suitcase along with the Lake Champlain chocolates and the clean clothes.
I think I'll just hunker down and enjoy myself. Maybe even write some stuff for the fabulous new book.
And my girls' week out will just have to wait a day.