Gambling with this Monday Morning Post, Not Know Where I'll Be or If Any of These Arrangements Will Finally Work

I've had only two other mini-vacations in the last 14 years, both with Tunga...once in Key West to visit Milford & Sue, and last spring to visit him Des Moines. Chitunga and I knew we wanted to do a vacation together, and it presented itself when Alyssa and her family needed a ride to Miami. Tunga was flying to Syracuse and said, "Sure, I'll drive down with you," and decided to make a road trip out of it from Miami to New Orleans following. I said I'd join him only if I could, not knowing what the holiday status would be and if I'd be needed longer in Syracuse. So, I booked a flight to Daytona Beach and told him to pick me up there.

My flight, of course, was delayed, and delayed, and delayed due to fog in CT and storms elsewhere. I'm thankful that I didn't have to live my day at the airport, though, as I booked locally in order to make the trip work. Alas, they kept delaying and in the last email, they noted it would be a 10:15 p.m departure and 1:30 a.m. arrival. I'm making a run for it, knowing that I'm not sure what kind of human I'd be at 1:30 in the morning any more. I have dog sitters, the house arranged, the bags packed, and optimism in my back pocket. I know, though, that I'll either be in Florida at the time you're reading this (hopefully still in bed) r I'll be stuck in Connecticut without a way to get to Florida until Thursday (in which case makes for a dud trip). 

The plan is to drive along the southern coast until we reach New Orleans, stopping to see people here and there (and do the sight seeing that Chitunga lives for). I just want to say that I'm taking a mini-vacation before another semester begins. 

Avelo airlines cracks me up. Every time I called they said I was person 435 in line and it would be 320 hours before the next agent would be available. I chose not to wait.

At 6 p.m. Sunday, while I'm twiddling my thumbs wondering if I will actually get out tonight, I decided to write this post. I will either be in Florida this morning ready for this adventure or I'll be waking up in Connecticut ticked off and needing to cancel my flight home next Sunday. I've been lucky that my travel during the holidays has typically been on the road and with my own pace. Relying on airlines is rather tricky...and risky. Not so fun. 

So, who knows? I guess only time will tell where I'll wind up. It's out of my hands now. 

UPDATE: After getting a message it was all good to depart at 10:45, I was dropped off at the airport, walked to the gate, sat down, and received a text that it was cancelled. I am bummed, but last night I slept in my own bed and now I will try to see if there's another way. The poor agents at Avelo airlines. I controlled my disappointment, but others were irate, police were called, and it was a mess. Somehow, I can't help but see it as a metaphor for where we are right now. We can only hope for better.