If only I had known that leaving the house at 10am today was a fruitless decision. Then I would have stayed home. Snuggled with the kids. Snuggled with my wonderful husband who offered to keep me company while I sat at the torch & melted glass the other night. And taken bead pics on the back porch while the sky was white with snow.
Instead, I stood in line at Hartsfield for four hours. FOUR HOURS, people! For just a few inches of snow that has all melted, but single-handedly destroyed the entire flight schedule at the Atlanta airport and canceled all flights for today. They changed me to a non-stop flight that leaves at 8:25am tomorrow. Which means I need to get up & leave before the crack of dawn. In fact, I'll need to be at the AIRPORT before the crack of dawn. So I can wait again because there will likely be ice somewhere in Georgia causing problems. Not necessarily at Hartsfield, but somewhere. They have already started closing schools in/around Atlanta. So when you think of me tomorrow, I'll just be waiting...
