Written Friday evening. Scheduled for Sunday-- after we're back on the Farm where we belong.
I am in Chicago, watching the Local News.
Oh Look. There's Tippy Toes Rham on the Local News.
I've actually enjoyed my little Chicago cocoon interactions. But this place is doomed to fail BIG time. I'm pretty sure we'll get out before it does.
The high-priced hotel we are not paying for is dirty around the edges. That's a tell-tail sign of doomed to fail.
I don't think we'll be coming back any time soon.
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