All flights cancelled when I checked this morning at 5.
No flights available until Saturday (!!!).
I begged again.
Got a flight to Charlotte.
Went to airport at 6 am.
Ticket agent said it was a mistake. There is no flight to Charlotte. Never has been.
Just then someone said they were opening a "ferry" flight to passengers (formerly just taking a plane to Charlotte). They had already turned lots of people away.
I got on! I cried with relief. I hadn't realized just how anxious I had been.
I got on.
And not only that, it was nearly empty, so I got a whole row to myself.
I took a nice little blue pill, the attendant brought me a free shot of whiskey, and I laid myself down across all the seats and settled myself in for a nice sleep.
And now I am ensconced in a cheap room at the airport Quality Inn.
The Weather Station says it's still blizzarding in Philly, but I'm taking it one step at a time.
I have a confirmed flight to Philly at 7 am tomorrow.
I contacted my crew, and all are on board to set up tomorrow afternoon.
One step at a time.
I plan to sleep a lot tonight, to stock up on rest in case I'm setting up all night tomorrow.
But I'm one step closer.
Keep the good thoughts coming!