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[stormdog]

So, on Sunday evening, I left lisagems' place, trying to make it to the 8:40 train to Aurora to see danaeris. I left a little bit later than I should have; too late to account for all the belongings I was carrying with me, as I still hadn't made it home since leaving for Kenosha on Wednesday morning of last week. I was feeling better than I had earlier in the weekend, but I didn't want to press myself too hard in the heat and humidity. And really, I couldn't; there's only so fast you can go with a heavy pack on your back and a big basket in a two-arm grip in front of you. It did not help that the bus I was supposed to take got rerouted due to construction and I ended up having to move to another one and not really knowing where I was going. I ended up feeling anxious and lost.

I missed the train west and called Danae to apologize. I felt really bad about having missed getting out to see her, especially in light of the fact that weekends are typically time I spend with her and I felt that it was important to see her that evening. Perhaps I was worrying too much as she was not unhappy with me and said that getting there as late I was going to wouldn't really be that sensible anyway as we'd essentially be going to bed by the time I made it.

So, I lugged all my stuff from Union Station to the Quincy L platform and rode home on the CTA. I've never felt like I really had the hang of buses here, and the trains are so much more direct. My bag full of games sparked a conversation on the platform that continued on to the train all the way to the red/brown split at Fullerton. He commented on the games and asked me about the Pandemic expansion, which lead into finding out that he's a gamer, a board-game player, will be GMing an interesting sounding thing at Gen Con this year, is a kinkster, and is a friend of jimcyl and his partner. Small world!

I finally made it home, planning to collapse into bed. Which I didn't, because it was too bloody hot to stand in my room. I resorted to bringing a couple of blankets out to the living room and sleeping in a chair in front of the air-conditioner. I slept fitfully until the wee hours of the morning, at which point I moved to the couch as the rest of the apartment had colled down enough to deal with without being in a cold breeze. I snuggled down into the couch, hoping tomorrow would be better than that evening.

So far, it hasn't really been. I got up later than I wanted, still feeling groggy from lack of sleep. As I got things ready to leave, a huge storm rolled in, shaking things up a bit. I decided I ought to wait out the storm as I looked online and found that there were severe delays on all the CTA lines due to weather. That's when the power went out.

I sat in the dark for a while, pondering what I ought to do, and napping a little bit. Finally, about half an hour later, the power came back on. I looked out the window, got my things together, and walked to the Howard station. Once I arrived, I learned that there were trees down over the CTA tracks and trains weren't running. There were buses available instead, but I was nervous about getting lost. I decided to walk over to Subway for some breakfast which I needed anyway. Once I got back, the Red Line was opearting at least, so I boarded and headed south.

I'd just made it to Union Station when I suddenly had a worry. I couldn't remember if I'd put some things away at the apartment that I'd be deeply embarrassed not to have put away before leaving. I was pretty sure I had, but...I wasn't sure. I do that with locking the doors too, and there have been enough times I've done things like forget to lock the doors, or locked myself out of them, that I can't help but give some credence to these worries. I sighed and headed back toward the train.

It's just as well I did I suppose; on the way back, Juan called me. He was having trouble getting the radiator company to honor the warranty and wanted to see if I had the invoice or the date I wrote him a check for it or anything like that. So, it was off to the apartment again.

I got there and found that I hadn't left any of my stuff out after all. I looked for and couldn't find an invoice, but I did have the approximate date for Juan 'cause I took a picture of the install process and had a date for the picture.

Then I returned again to Union Station, finally arriving about five minutes after the train to Aurora. I had an hour or so until the next one, so I started wandering the station and taking photographs. I had a staff member ask me where I was going as I started walking down a platform, and when I told him I wanted to go look at that neat beam of light coming down through the ceiling over there, he was fine with that. Nifty.

It's about 4 o' clock now and I'm finally to Danae's place. I'm going to miss the game night because I don't have a way to get there. I was going to get a ride over after the work I was doing here in St. Charles, but I got here late enough that it doesn't make sense to go there for a couplhe hours and then leave. Complete scheduling fail.

Ah well. I actually don't really mind any of it that much, except for the worry of disappointing my sweetie.