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We’re trying to get our act together to get out the door to head for the Field Museum. We’re all dressed. We’ve all had breakfast. The next step is making lunches to take with us. I’m just sitting around right now to see how my digestive system settles down. Mornings are pretty much not great times in that direction, and I really want that out of the way before we start our trek.

I had coffee this morning. I added seven of those little cups of flavored creamer plus some sugar. That made it just barely drinkable. They had turkey Canadian bacon this morning, so there was protein I could safely eat. I also had a small bowl of oatmeal with brown sugar and cranberries.

It’s kind of sad that, after coffee and a coke, I really, really want to sleep.

Scott realized last night that his pillow did, in fact, contain feathers. Nothing in the room is supposed to contain feathers/down, but it was 11 p.m., and he didn’t want to deal with it beyond swapping pillows with me. I think we should tell the front desk because the next person in the room may have a more severe allergy than Scott does.

Scott and Cordelia went swimming last night. They were surprised at how warm the pool is.

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I think we only spend three or four hours at the Field Museum. The reciprocity with the Hands On Museum got us basic admission for free (I think that would have been between $60 and $70 total), but we had to pay to see the Terracotta Warrior exhibit. There was a lot less to that than we expecting. It was very impressive but we saw it all in under fifteen minutes without rushing.

I was pretty tired by the time we got to the museum because we ended up standing most of the trip in on the Blue line which is a bit more than half an hour. I did some Ingress along the way, but any time the train went underground, I couldn’t do anything (Scott still could). We had seats on the bus for the second leg of the trip.

Ingress in the museum was very frustrating because, for some reason, GPS was hugely, hugely flaky. I’d be trying to do something, and suddenly the GPS would think I was somewhere else altogether. I managed to upgrade a resonator on Wrigley Field from the Tibetan exhibit. A lot of the other place the GPS threw me to, I couldn’t find a portal I recognized to orient me, so I don’t know if they were near the Field Museum or miles away.

I think it was about 2:30 when Scott had seen everything he wanted to. Cordelia adamantly refused to try the planetarium or the aquarium. I think that Scott and I might have wanted to walk a little bit to do some Ingress, but Cordelia complains non-stop when we do that. Also, I wasn’t sure what sort of resources I actually had left, physically.

We had to stand for a good bit of the bus trip back, and the bus took a turn that Scott didn’t expect. He says that the route Google gave him called for a right turn, and the bus went left. So we walked about four blocks to the Blue line instead of the two we expected. Fortunately, the train was not crowded. We just managed to catch the hotel shuttle (they do one every half an hour. It’s a fifteen minute walk.)

We ended up getting dinner from a salad bar and hot bar at a grocery store near the hotel. That was not particularly good and not particularly bad. I’m kind of wishing I’d suggested eating in and then seeing what the Outback downstairs has in terms of dessert. It’s a little late for that now (in terms of me being able to eat anything).

Checkout time is noon. We’ve been getting up at 7:00 and getting breakfast around 7:30. That leaves a lot of time for packing. I expect Scott and Cordelia will go swimming again during that window. The plan is for us to drive to the Museum of Science and Industry, spend a few hours there, and then leave no later than 3:00. I’m kind of tempted to stop in Lawton on the way home because we’ll want dinner around then anyway.

I did suggest stopping on the way home to visit Scott’s aunt and uncle, but Scott’s not willing to deal with them and his cousins this year due to political differences. Too much need for us to bite our tongues or say things that would split the family. I think Scott might argue with his cousins, but his aunt is 80.