The day after the party, I drove up to the Twin Cities to visit my parents and sister, while my husband flew to Seattle to visit his mother.
Every time I go to the Cities, I stay in a different hotel. This time I stayed at the Sheraton Midtown, which agreed with me. I particularly liked the view out my window in the morning, the early light gradually warming an ordinary urban scene, of people waiting for the bus and the still cold cars waiting for their owners.
