… Or not.
I left the Javits Center early, and got to LaGuardia in plenty of time to get on an earlier flight. It would be a sweet end to an otherwise exhausting month to get home early and relax.
But the gods of air travel decided to hold on for just a little bit longer. I’ve been on the plane since 1:45 p.m. (I’m writing this at 4:45 p.m., and there’s no end in sight for when we’ll actually taxi to the runway.) Apparently we’re delayed due to weather in Ohio.
Why can’t this trip just end already? I just want to go home…
(In case it isn’t entirely clear: yes, I’m whining.)