It was extremely foggy this morning taking markgritter to the airport. The Minnesota River in particular was fogged over, reminding us of when we lived upstream in St. Peter and would look down over the fogged river valley on our way to classes in the morning. Came home to put in a load of laundry and deal with the first person giving us an estimate on having the driveway and front step redone. The later flight is less disorienting than the earlier one, but I'm always aware of his absence even in the parts of the day when he'd usually be sleeping, and Ista is unsettled. But there's enough light and warmth that she and I can have long late afternoon/early evening walks, with no need to stop and calculate what the warmest part of the day will be and what route will offer the most shelter from wind. I love winter, but I suppose there's and advantage or two to spring.