The guy next to me was off the train in Lincoln, and the spot was soon filled by 1 of a group of 3. I was soon back asleep.
I awoke around 7am, it was raining in Iowa. It remained overcast and puddled throughout. A while later I went up to the lounge car and got a cinnamon bun and some orange juice for breakfast.
Not having slept well, and with the help of the overcast mood, and the monotony of farm land, I napped a bit.
Afternoon we passed over the Mississippi River into Illinois and more farmland.
I moved up to the lounge car, read a central Illinois paper, and grabbed some lunch.
I found it odd that as the sun broke through the clouds and I rode the train through a pre-suburban countryside somehow so near to Chicago that I was reminded of Liz Phair.
As I came into Chicago, we went into a switchyard that was under the station. It was the end of the line and with all the unpacking of checked baggage and old-people movers, it was slightly difficult to make it down the narrow, dark, and loud platform. When I made it into the station, John K was right there waiting for me.