6 flights canceled, 20 hours of driving, two special girls.
Minutes after this picture, the Illinois wind blew my little rental car into the left hand lane, luckily no one else was there! "I have class tomorrow!" It was all planned out. I would take my daughter back to school, out for groceries, unload her into the apartment to which she now refers (marginally hurtfully as it may be) as "home." It was halfway to my speaking gig at the Illinois Specialty Growers conference, so with a few connecting flights - no big deal. ...until Tuesday morning. Thirty-five minutes before we departed for the airport, the first flight cancelation dinged through my phone. Rebooking, canceled, my…