Pun By Jokewest
I love living in the future. Smart phones. Online stores. Not nearly so much typhoid. It's pretty swanky up here in 2018. But, sometimes Old Nick Frost rears his savage grin and dumps so much cold on the east coast. This is what happened whilst cruising home from Japan to America and the flight was diverted. We spent a day in Chi-Town (one love to Lupe). The minor news is that the map of the Chicago airport looks like a snake's head with the tongue sticking out.
The major news is that while I was somewhere in the 25-35 hour block in the 55-hour commute, an email came in notifying us that The Last Library had made it into still yet another festival. As always, the cold rage I feel when a rejection letter comes in is tempered by the warm glow that takes over my sickly pale skin whenever we get an acceptance email.
I appreciate validation.