‘Flew to San Diego today to work with a new Manager and District Manager, teaching them to love our technology, or at least tolerate it. Up at 3:30am, leave for the airport at 4:30, get through security and to the gate… only to find out that the San Diego airport is closed due to fog. Evidently commercial pilots can’t land when visibility is down to 1/8 mile.

Sat, and stood and paced and yawned, around the Phoenix airport for a tick over three hours waiting for San Diego to stop being foggy. Finally got on the 50 minute flight to San Diego… extended by 15 minutes because we had to circle waiting for other traffic to clear.

The city could best be described as a universal bright chrome gray: the sun was shining but everything had a grayish tint (instead of the normal San Diego brown). Some of the locals said it was fog, some said it was smoke from big brother burning up north. A happy offshot was a really nice sunset this evening.

The Holiday Inn Express I am at is in the oddly named town of Otay Mesa (sounds like something from the Little Rascals… “Otay, Buckwheat”) that is also distinguished by being, literally, at the Mexican- US border. So here is a picture of a foreign country: