I woke up this morning to an email from JetBlue letting me know that my flight to New York had been canceled because of snow there, which was disorienting because it's been quite summery here. My first impulse was to check Amtrak, but the earliest I could get to New York by train would be Monday night, because I'd have to go all the way up to Chicago and then on to New York. Though I love the idea of a 4-day train ride, I have to be in New York by early tomorrow afternoon, so that wasn't going to help.I talked to T on the phone, but there didn't seem to be much we could do, so I went to school and felt more and more resigned as the morning went by that I wouldn't be going to New York this weekend for the Lizzie Borden reading.
When I got home from classes, T had emailed suggesting I try to fly to Philly or Baltimore or DC tonight or tomorrow morning and take a train. First I called JetBlue to see if they had a flight in the morning. They didn't. But while T and I were looking for flights to other East Coast cities, a single seat opened up on a JetBlue flight tomorrow morning at 7:30, so the agent snagged it for me and I'm back on for New York, barring any further natural calamities.
