unnnnnhhhh

I have just gotten home.
I was let out of work early because it was freakishly dead. As, on Black Fridays, it tends to be at airports.
I went out to wait for my ride home, as the car is in the shop.
I realized only when I stepped outside that it was snowing. And not just snowing, but Snowing. The goddamned Lake Effect Machine had kicked in and for some ungodly reason, we got about three feet out at the airport. (North Buffalo, where I actually live, only got about a foot.)
I waited quite a long while for Z to arrive, as it was snowing hard and the Oh My God It's Snowing I Must Drive Like AN ABSOLUTE RETARDs were out in force. (If you can't drive in it, don't! What's so hard about that? Get off the fucking road! AAARRGHH.)
Z's mom was meant to arrive in about an hour and a half or so, and so it was just long enough that it wasn't worth it for me to just wait and get a ride home with her.

Boy am I ever glad for making that call.

She phoned at about 8. "My flight's been diverted to Pittsburgh." Great. So we went back over to her house to mind the dog a few hours more. About 10 she phoned again: "I'm on the ground in Buffalo, and my sister's coming to get me, so I'll be home soon." OK. So we waited for her.

The airport's about 20-25 minutes away.

At 1 am, having tried her cellphone several times and gotten no answer, we gave up and got up to get ready to go home, absolutely mystified as to where she could be.

Two planes had skidded into each other at the gate, damaging the gate. Apparently there was no gate that they could use. And so they sat out on the runway, actually at the end of the runway some miles from the airport, waiting. For two hours. Until they could taxi to the terminal and disembark somehow, somewhere.


If I had stayed at work half an hour longer, I bet you I wouldn't have gotten out until ten. Thank god they let me go when they did, and that I ran out of there like my ass was on fire. Because you know I gotta be back there tomorrow. And the gates-- there is still damage to a couple of the gates, apparently. God only knows what's going to happen there on Sunday.

Right.

I have to leave for work in 1 hour. I have no car.
I would call in sick, but I know there are problems at the airport-- I know there are busted gates, and there will need to be repairs and all.
I also know other people are likely to call off because of all this snow. I know I was relatively fortunate and there's only about a foot of it in my driveway. There are probably three feet at the airport.

I don't want to go to work. I want to finish NaNoWriMo. I want to help Z clean the house. (We are back in our house and it is a sty. A sty.) I want to play in the snow. I want to ... anything else.
Bah.

I did just look at the calendar and determine that Nov 29 and 30 are a Tues and Weds. Which means, if I have nothing else that I absolutely must do that 'weekend', I can sit and churn out the 20k I have left to do.

I am bummed, because I wanted to do more. What progress have I actually, truly made on this novel? Well, I know I've definitely succeeded in changing the directions of the characters. Have I produced a draft?
No. I've produced a glorified revised outline, mostly. Oh well.

Oh-- I got a letter from Katy, and she said that among her first thoughts when she found out Dad had cancer was the thought, "No! Bridget hasn't written her book yet!"
Which is both sweet and horrifying. (I might've thought, "but none of us have given him any grandkids yet!", but then, apparently I'm boring.)