That's when I got out of bed this morning, showered, dressed and then checked on the internet to see if my flight to Amsterdam was still good to go. I was literally holding my breath as I scanned the list of arrivals on the Amsterdam Airport web site. Only to see the word - cancelled - next to Manchester. By this time it was 3:30am and I was expecting the taxi to pick me up at 4.
I called Umbro's travel hotline number (thank god Margaret gave me the number as I was leaving work last night). The girl who answered confirmed that the flight was indeed cancelled. In my bit of panic I asked her to check flights for JFK or Atlanta that have connecting flights. No such luck. The best she could do is hold a space for me for tomorrow.
I called the taxi company - cancelled the taxi.
I called home, told D, we were both bummed. Didn't say much as I didn't want to cry. Went back upstairs, took off my clothes and crawled back into bed. I laid there listening to the radio, numb until 5:30 and fell back to sleep.
Just spoke with the travel company a few minutes ago, she is working on booking my flights for tomorrow. Who knows if that will happen. Snow is back on the ground and the weather reports don't look good.
I'm trying not to get upset, it's not like I can change any of this. I'm fortunate that I'm not stuck at the airport and that I'm sitting in the living room - which now has furniture (as of Thursday night).
But I feel a bit numb and an inability to get off this couch.
It's starting to snow again.
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