Storm-bound

Still in good ol'Ithaca. Storms upended everything in Chicago (and many other places) so my flight out of Syracuse was delayed by a lot so I would have missed my connections to Hawaii. Chicago isn't my idea of a nice mid-week getaway, therefore I am sitting at my desk right now instead of in a cramped airplane/-port seat. Can't say I'm terribly upset about that. The lad at the airport was kind enough to even check me in for tomorrow's flights so now all I'll have to do is swing by and wave him graciously as I deliver my bags. Oh, the glamour, the glamour. The downside, of course, is that this will take place at 7 am tomorrow morning, a most ungodly time and one at which I've never managed to look particularly glamorous.