Well, at my parents, anyway, in the "greater Chicagoland area." There were times today I wasn't sure I'd make it--cancelled flight, rerouted, rerouted again, delayed, etc. etc., and my bag is apparently in San Francisco--but honestly in the history of my airport travel nothing too dramatic. I didn't even end up in a middle seat. I really do hope my clothes arrive tomorrow, though.

I went shopping with my dad tonight since my parents generally don't have food I eat, and discovered a wondrous thing: spinach and feta pierogis. It's like my two very favorite things in one dish! I am very excited. I realize it is not authentically Polish, and sometime next week I will go to a store and get authentic Polish pierogi (preferably handmade), but California doesn't even generally have fake Polish food, so I don't know if spinach/feta pierogi are old hat to midwesterners or something new and exciting. (The lack of Polish food is pretty much my biggest complaint about living in California).