Never in my life have I been so glad that the weather forecast was incorrect. I’m set to make a flight from Houston to New York in 20 minutes, and I was SO worried that I’d have to do it in a blizzard. It’s not that I’m not a safe snow-flyer, but it’s just such a pain! Having to circle the airport for hours waiting for a plow to clear your landing strip… having to deal with all the passengers who keep freaking out for no reason… man, I don’t know if I could take it today. But it doesn’t look like I’ll have to, hooray!