The reason I haven't posted in a while isn't that God was punishing me for posting his Tweets. He actually contacted me (through an angel who appeared to me in a dream) to tell me that, while he didn't appreciate me impersonating him, he liked the initiative I was showing.
I haven't posted because I was in Chicago. I had meetings out there from Tuesday through Friday and then Kim flew out to join me for the weekend. I've been to Chicago a couple times in the past for work and it's always seemed like a neat place. But, I've never really explored the city. This weekend, we hung out with the other tourists on the Magnificent Mile, walked the "Gold Coast" and saw the original Playboy Mansion (which is right around the block from the Archbishop's residence), took a boat tour on the Chicago River, ate dinner at two good Italian restaurants, and had a drink on the 96th floor of the Hancock Center once the constant fog finally lifted. All in all, it was a good time.
Now we're back. Nothing's changed. We still have stink bugs in the house. The laundry bin door is still broken. Wally still insists on climbing up on my chest and breathing his stinky breath right in my face whenever I lay down on the floor to watch TV. The deer are still chomping my lilies. The check to the tax man is still waiting to get sent. It's good to be home.
This is where the magic happens.
