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[kittydesade]

I did not, in fact, fly home tonight. There was inclement weather and a clusterfuck with planes and too many people giving too few airline employees too much hassle over it all. So I elected to fly tomorrow morning. The harried boarding gate agent looked so relieved that I was content to stand to one side and let her board two diverted flights and a delayed flight before she got a chance to reschedule me.

Alas. But I still get to sleep in my own bed tonight, which is better than the poor sap who got my seat would have gotten (a hotel room, I think, if he was lucky) and I get to go home tomorrow.

Also, GIP, because gusthemoose is a tiny god and Sam Elliott's crotch now fixes everything. Yes, it does.