stupid, stupid weather.
I've complained a lot about how I hate traveling, but I don't think I've ever really mentioned here how much I hate snow. Well, I do. I loathe it. I'm the girl wishing as hard as I can that we *don't* have a white Christmas, because that will probably mean eight inches of snow, which we all then have to trudge about in like idiots to make holiday visits, instead of staying indoors like sensible people. I have been known to cry at the season's first snowfall, because I know it's just the first of too many. Probably I shouldn't be using this icon for this post, because I bet Fraser would just give that big "Call of the Wild" grin and be really happy about how the snow reminded him of home, and then I would feel all guilty for being so surly about it, because he never smiles like that, ever... Right. I'm talking about him like he's real. Moving on.
(As may be apparent, I finished watching due South last night. I'm feeling slightly bereft.)
Anyway, all this means that snow + travel = a very unhappy me. I have a flight leaving tomorrow morning, except, hey, there's this blizzard moving up the whole of the east coast tonight and tomorrow? It's apparently an "historic snow event"? Yay, all the things I hate about travel, plus a big scoop of uncertainty about when or even if I'll be able to travel at all! Awesome.
And I'm quite irrationally upset with myself for booking the flight for tomorrow, because if I'd just gone ahead and booked the flight for the actual first day of the school holiday, instead of feeling guilty about not spending as much time with my mother as I possibly could and booking the earlier flight, even though I would have much preferred to have the extra weekend to take care of loose ends, I could have avoided this whole thing entirely.
(As may be apparent, I finished watching due South last night. I'm feeling slightly bereft.)
Anyway, all this means that snow + travel = a very unhappy me. I have a flight leaving tomorrow morning, except, hey, there's this blizzard moving up the whole of the east coast tonight and tomorrow? It's apparently an "historic snow event"? Yay, all the things I hate about travel, plus a big scoop of uncertainty about when or even if I'll be able to travel at all! Awesome.
And I'm quite irrationally upset with myself for booking the flight for tomorrow, because if I'd just gone ahead and booked the flight for the actual first day of the school holiday, instead of feeling guilty about not spending as much time with my mother as I possibly could and booking the earlier flight, even though I would have much preferred to have the extra weekend to take care of loose ends, I could have avoided this whole thing entirely.