I'm back from Chicago, barely. My redeye to DCA had powered up the engines for takeoff when a light went off. Apparently a warning system had registered a false positive, incorrectly indicating that the pilots had set the controls to some sort of wildly suicidal configuration. Back to the gate! Two hours later, the ground crew admitted defeat and I got bumped to the next flight, which was merely delayed, not cancelled. Also, ATA came through with a $50 discount card. I remain irked, but I'll get over it.

Chicago was great — first and foremost because Catherine is there, of course, but also just because it's a great town (albeit a rainy one on this particular weekend). She, Kriston and I walked a lot, drank a little, and ate way, way too much. And, as mentioned, met a bunch of fine folks from unfogged and the charming Dan. All in all, I declare my time in Chicago a success, even if there was a little more of it than I intended. But now I'm dead, dead, dead tired.