Lives hang in the balance. Remember, I don't want to have to waste 4 hours in the middle of nowhere before the wedding at 6, but I also don't want to die in a snowdrift. Either one of those is potentially fatal.
Well, I think I'll leave soon, go until I hit Des Moines, get lunch, look at the weather, and either wait for a little bit or grind out the last leg of the journey, depending on how it looks. Wedding is at 6.
Road conditions downgraded again. Frig! I must act. I just IMed the bride. She was all, "Light snow, not too bad, come now, you can help." Well, maybe I should give it a shot.
Send out a search party if you don't hear back in 4 hours. This is the captain, out.
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