In good time

I’ve been on a work trip the past four days, at a conference in Chicago. One of my coworkers I’m traveling with uses the phrase “in good time.” We’ll get to dinner “in good time.” We'll head downstairs "in good time." Which challenges me because it’s not definite. What does that mean “in good time?” I need to know minutes, seconds, and “in good time” is so vague. But it also carries with it a calmness that I like and wish I had more of. It’s not we’ll “get there,” but we’ll “get there in GOOD time.” Whenever we arrive will be good.

Well, I’m writing this from Chicago’s Midway, and I need to tell you that I will get home in good time. We were supposed to board a flight at 4pm yesterday and be home before 6pm . However, after a two and a half hour cab ride (that should have been 25 minutes) stuck in a snowy blizzard, we discovered our flight had been cancelled and airport was closing. And to top it off, the next available flight was not until tomorrow at 3pm (today). So let me just tell you that the rest of the evening brought wrong hotels, missed reservations, lost reservations, hour-long shuttle rides (we had to stand and hold our bag and practically hug our fellow riders and our driver got lost trying to find a better way) broken, beeping fire alarms in the hotel room, and well…there’s more. So much more.

So, friends, I don’t know when I’ll get home. I’m hoping this evening. But all I can tell you is that I will be home in good time.