A friend who has been out of town all this past week is meeting me for breakfast, then taking me to the airport. American Airlines yesterday cancelled my flight this morning. Getting rebooked involved spending over an hour on hold with the Aadvantage Platinum desk (apparently hold times for the main desk were running closer to twenty-four hours). I am dubious of my new connection through Chicago O'Hare, mostly because of ORD's chronic problems with delivering timely wheelchair transfers. Basically, in my experience they are incapable of doing so at that airport.
None of that matters so long as I get home tonight. Today is Lisa Costello's birthday, the last one I will likely ever be alive for, and I'd like to see here thereupon, and I have two oncology appointments tomorrow. So, yeah, this terminal cancer patient really needs to get home today.
Even so, my weather karma has brought not only deeply subfreezing temperatures and inches of snow to Omaha, it appears to be doing the same to Portland today. Unseasonable here in Nebraska, almost unheard of their in our part of Oregon.
And I'll have the long trip home to think about how I feel about having been here one last time.
Wish me luck, I'm going to need it.