TheRightWrongAirport

Today we flew to Chicago. When we made the reservations, we didn't keep in mind where in Chicago the hotel for Paul's program committee meeting was. So it wasn't until we arrived at the airport that I noticed that we were flying to Midway, but the hotel was at O'Hare. This seemed unfortunate, right up until we discovered that O'Hare was closed, and Midway was not. Yes, it's an hour in a taxi (and longer via shuttles) but our total travel time was well under the time of anybody who'd flown to the correct airport. "How late was your plane?" asked a weary committee member who'd spent nearly 2 hours on the tarmac at O'Hare waiting for a gate. "We were 10 minutes early, actually," we said. He did not injure us, which I thought was very nice of him.

Opal enjoyed the lightning; I think a certain number of nervous flyers could have lived without her happy comments on the movement of the wingtips and the lightning we could see from the plane windows, but they were not meant as complaints.

Read to Opal today: New Zealand ABCs, We started The Island of the Aunts and read more Murderous Maths. Previously read: The Horse in Harry's Room, each of us read Please Try to Remember the First of Octember.

The Running Book Count: 223 + 60 (last year 1170 + 121)