Though Margaret’s flight was considerably delayed — throwing our exquisitely-timed plans off — she arrived safely. I had an Adult Ed gig in Park Ridge, so Pippa and I hopped into the car, drove out to O’Hare to pick Margaret up, and went from there to St. Mary’s.
Margaret and Pip waited in the rector’s office while I sketch the relation of the Nicene Creed to the Bible, and after the presentation we rolled home, delighted to be together again.