A Ben Franklin kind of day. It's early to rise so Andy and I can get JoAnna to the airport in time for her flight to O'Hare. There's a big problem, though: pea-soup fog. It gets worse as we travel east to the airport. Andy wants to see JoAnna's plane take off, but I tell him it'll be too long of a wait. I'm so concerned about my wife's travel itinerary that I call United's 800 number to find out what her alternatives are. I learn that there are three other directs from O'Hare to San Diego. She'll get there long before dark.
After an interesting Area Leaders meeting -- why did Liz get married if she hates kids so much? -- I take an early departure which is not as early as planned. Eddie accompanies me to pick up Andy.
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