That toddlin' town might be a miserable time

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This time tomorrow I will be wilting in Chicago and hopefully not getting hit with the forcasted scattered "strong" storms. (Those storm are actually scheduled for our landing time. Great!) The forecast for Thursday, the day I finally make it to Wrigley, is descending into a 60% chance of storms all day. Perfect.

I'd kind of rather it not be like this.