I changed my travel plans early this afternoon after looking at the forecast for New York and its environs. Instead of trying to fly back on schedule, I opted to hole up in a Minneapolis airport hotel and spend the evening working on an essay for Commentary about Neil Simon, with frequent breaks to visit the whirlpool.
So far, so good–and I’m soooo glad that I’m not sitting on that plane right now. Or in that departure lounge. Now all I have to do is get back to New York in time to catch a Friday-afternoon train to Cold Spring, there to meet Mrs. T and see Romeo and Juliet at the Hudson Valley Shakespeare Festival that night.
So what if it’s a horrifically long day? Better that than flying through the even more horrific alternative….