We've arrived

Sans luggage of course. (Travelling with Dad.)
Highlights:
Jogging through O'hare intending to make them wait for Dad. Luckily a mob at the gate. We sat with Hannah, a senior flute player from a Lincoln, NE high school marching band of 180 marching in the London New Years parade.
Jogging through Heathrow. If you land in Heathrow, you walk a short maze, take a 15-minute bus ride through their tunnels, and are discharged into a 2-hour passport check line even if you're travelling on. You can budge your way to the front (nice Sikh couple) and attract the attention of the desk with 15 minutes until gate closing. Then the desk rips up your bording cards and re-issues them and directs you to a train. Now you've joined a small party of worried Tamils. The train discharges you into a security check, even though you haven't left the secure area. (The Brits don't want to see your laptop or little bagie of toiletires.)You emerge without assaulting anyone. Now the jog. You arrive at a deserted gate where two staffers politely wait for you father. (Did I mention the series of escalators? The broken one so that literally 100 people are trying to get on the elevators?) You're through! They announce final boarding as you go down a stair and turn right as directed! But where's the plane? Harry Potter in the room with all the doors. The jetway is literally 1/2 amile long. You arrive plane side. The urbane staffer suggests it saves moneyto have you walk half way to Chennai. You can now afford to laugh.
You get on the plane. There must be some mistake! The desk who ripped up your boarding card switched you to British Airways Club Class!! Almost weeping with joy you find yourself in a cubicle with a seat that becomes completely flat to enable actual deep,prolonged sleep interrupted only by organic chocolate and hot,moist washcloths.
That's good,because you'll need all your energy for the 2-hour (underestimate) process of identifying your bags as lost. Arrive at the hotel at 3:00 Chennai time.