<p>I got up at 4:00 AM this morning - which is never a good way to start the day - to go to Chicago for another work meeting.</p>

<p>My flight was so turbulent I promised myself I wouldn&#39;t fly again - like, ever!</p>

<p>I was pretty thrilled to sit in an office with a view of Grant park - my hostess was nice enough to point out Obama&#39;s victory rally location. It was pretty cool to see, even from a 62nd floor window.</p>

<p>Then I had my meeting and I got back on another plane by 3:50 PM. This time the turbulence was even worse. I&#39;ve turned into a chickenshit flyer.</p>

<p>When I got off the plane I wanted to kiss the ground like the Pope used to do. I didn&#39;t, of course. Instead I hightailed to the car service. My driver gave me the award for &quot;quickest sprint through Logan airport.&quot; I was in the car a mere five minutes after my plane landed.</p>

<p>But you see, I wanted to make it home in time for bedtime. And I did. It was the best part of my day.</p>

<p>Now it&#39;s time for me to go to bed. There&#39;s no place like home!</p>
