I’m actually writing this while in the air.
Coming home from the RedState Gathering (which was awesome, by the way), I got to the Denver airport just in time for United Airlines to text me that my flight from Houston to Baton Rouge was cancelled. Apparently, the storms in south Louisiana are still bad enough.
So, I was wondering what in the hell I was going to do, but then it turns out that the airspace above Houston is also abysmal, so we ended up hovering around for a while, with the captain saying “we have enough fuel to hold for about 25 minutes before we have to divert.
On top of everything else, today is my anniversary. I wanted to be home in order to spend this magical new day off from school we have tomorrow with my wife and my daughter, the latter of whom I haven’t seen in more than a week. Plus, I feel bad for two of my friends, Laura Fillault and Kemberlee Kaye, who are also on this flight with me, because my bad luck has apparently rubbed off on them.
I blame the liberals.
Luckily, we were able to land in Houston and now I must search for the means to get home. Google Maps tells me it’s a three-and-a-half day walk, but I don’t have that kind of time because I want to keep my job. So, I’ll either find a flight to somewhere else in Louisiana or rent a car and go on an epic journey through south Louisiana.