I'll be home for Christmas (if the fates allow).
Well. I hadn't really planned for this one. I've been laid up in New York for the past two days, and frankly, while I'm trying to stay optimistic, it doesn't seem unlikely that I'll make it home before the holidays... and I have to go to the airport here in a few minutes and start the whole waiting, waiting, waiting process all over again. Saturday morning, they scheduled me for a new, somewhat convoluted series of flights Monday afternoon. This time, I'm routed through Dulles, then Salt Lake City, then through to Portland -- but I'd imagine I could easily get bumped by any of a thousand people who've been waiting to get home longer than me, and even if THAT doesn't happen, it's looking like there's no way PDX will be receiving planes.
I don't have much to say about this whole clusterfuck. You can't stop the weather. I just really wanted to be home.
I don't have much to say about this whole clusterfuck. You can't stop the weather. I just really wanted to be home.