So here I am. I don’t know if I’ll make it out of here today or not. I am hopeful, however. I think the noon flight is going out on schedule (hafta check the boards and see). Everyone is being pretty nice, despite the early signs of potentially huge problems. Maybe they’re saving their strength for the real nastiness next week.
The Atlanta Journal-Constitution has an awesome front-page headline today:
Plan. Fail. Repeat.
It’s in reference to the very scary water crisis here, but it seemed sort of hopeful to me, or at least profound. I want to get a paper just so I can cut that out and put it on my office door at school.
Well, if all goes very well, Alex and I will be all snuggled into a warm, convenient hotel in Buffalo tonight, waiting out the storm, and then back in her apartment tomorrow.
With no hot water.
Hm. Maybe we can spend Christmas in the hotel.