Kevin & Tonya, you’d love the JW Marriott experience at the moment; There is what looks like a sign language interpreters conference happening, so there are people signing away all over the lobbies.
There also seems to be the remnants of a drumming regatta, or whatever the hell one of those is called*, in town as well; It explains the two white guys doing pretty good Polynesian-styled drumming in Indianapolis Airport.

( * a ‘noise control violation’, perhaps? maybe a Bonham or a Watts, or even a McBrain or a Collins? )

I’m currently killing time in the lobby (2nd floor, with the Starbucks, FedEx/Kinkos & Hamster Tube) while waiting for;
(a) my room to be ready. It’s no big deal, as I got here at 11am-ish, so I’m WAY earlier than the standard check-in time
(b) my luggage. I’m here, my carry-on is here, my suitcase made it to Chicago but didn’t make it onto the last leg of the trip. This, I’m told by both the airline & the hotel, happens a lot.

The nice hotel concierge gave me a card for a free coffee at the aforementioned Starbucks, so 20-some fluid ounces of Mocha is working it’s beany wiles upon me.

~~~ time passes ~~~

OK, I now have a room on the 28th floor with a view of the city. Am contemplating a very long shower, and feel quietly pleased that I packed a full change of clothing in my carry-on luggage for just such a contingency.
(I’m also considering, once I’m back home, doing a test-pack to see whether it would have been possible to put all of the essentials into carry-on)

~~~ edited at 4pm-ish ~~~
Apparently the bag just came in when I called, so they’ll send it to my hotel. Probably.

~~~ the 7:30pm edit ~~~

Bag Tag Number(s): IND NZ xxxxxx has arrived and has been scheduled for pickup by the delivery service on Aug 11 at 08:00 PM local time. It will be delivered to the address you provided within approximately 6 hours* of pickup time.

Yay?