Hi there! Right now I’m sitting on the floor at the Cincinnati airport. I’ve been here since about 11 am yesterday, and it doesn’t look like we’re going anywhere soon. Four prospective flights have all been cancelled, and now we’re waiting on a flight to Houston tomorrow morning at 7. Right now I’m not sure if I’m ever going to make it.

It snowed a lot yesterday. Snow, ice, sleet, the works.

Varia and I are sharing our misery with a few thousand other people here, which is creating an environment both festive and incredibly tense. Everybody’s got somewhere to be, most are going nowhere. We did manage to get away to a hotel last night, arriving here at 6 am to find our flight cancelled and a nearly four hour line to rebook our tickets. Everyone was desperate for information. Rumors ran up and down the line; all flights were cancelled, no planes were arriving, the airport was out of fluid for the de-icing machines and the supply truck couldn’t make it in due to the snow. There aren’t enough planes and/or pilots. It turns out all of these are pretty much true, that the mythology of the stranded is accurate.

So what’s left to be done is to make the best of it. So far this has involved wandering around, a few beers served by the exhausted waiters at the airport restuarants, and people watching. I practically leapt with joy when I found a wifi hotspot; if nothing else I could write up my experience and share my misery with other people who are hopefully safe and warm at home.