um, rain?

Hey, are you between New York and St. Louis? Is it raining where you live? I mean, apocalyptically downpouring, like end of all droughts and flashes of blinding lightning kinda rain? Because it better be, since that's why American Airlines cancelled our flight, the first leg of the trip to Albuquerque.

Allow me to clarify. Our flight was cancelled after we sat on the plane from 5:45 until 9:15. Going nowhere. With no air conditioning. And if you're not in New York right now, you'll just have to trust me when I say that it is hotter than prom night here. I feel like I was born and died three times on a La Guardia Airport runway today. If you've never seen the sun set over a control tower glowing electric blue, I do not recommend it. It is depressing in ways I cannot describe. Also, the FAA rules on cel phones on airplanes are defiantly relaxed by 200 sweaty stranded New Yorkers.

In other news, I am the grand champion of the dot game.

We have been rebooked for tomorrow morning. That is all.