Flying to Chicago

It begins! One super-short flight from Indianapolis and I'm off!  We flew over Lake Michigan, which was mostly frozen. I've never seen that much ice before... Winter is definitely different up here. 

The high point of my trip thus far was finding a televangelist pamphlet wedged into the sky magazine. I am now utterly convinced I will burn in a lake of fire for eternity. To think, I could've gone on enjoying my whole life without this important moment of clarity! Although, given the time of year I'm sorely tempted by that lake of fire, as it seems preferable to central Indiana right now.  

PS:It's my first time in Chicago so I got a chilidog... Which, in hindsight, was a poor choice before 23 hours of flights. I may not make friends.