Wake up early, following a nightmare featuring a stranger breaking into my room as I slept. Read paper, eat breakfast, go back to sleep. I'm adopting my parents' sleeping habits.
Pack & drive to Chicago. All of Rt 70 in Ohio is under construction, it seems. Lots of cops. Rt 65 closed at the top, so there's no point hitting the skyway, and somehow I manage to dodge the long line to get onto 80-94. Even so, I end up stuck in traffic for an hour at the end of the trip.
Dinner with Kirk at RJ Grunts. Fish tacos and chocolate milkshake. He's been sending me all the bullshit Obama emails he can find to get a rise out of me, and really wishes Hillary were the nominee, or at least the VP.