It seems like the past two weeks I have become a weird specialist in 24 hour trip – I think I’m somehow on my third or fourth one in less than two weeks. Nuts. One of those was to Chicago, just a few days ago. Twenty four hours isn’t much, especially when most of it is devoted to airport and transit, trying to catch up on work from the hotel, a four hour presentation, and oh yeah, at least a bit of sleep in there. But when you’re in Chicago and the outside calls you with sunshine and 75 degrees? Yep. You take it.