Mobile Blogging: New York Minute, Day, um, 5?

Got woken up.
By a text.
Saying our flight had been cancelled.
Called the airline.
Got another flight.
Packed.
Had breakfast. Yes. At the hotel.
Headed out.
Gagged on the humidity.
Went to Bloomingdale's.
Got a few small gifts.
Went to Times Square.
More gifts.
Caught a cab.
Went to the airport.
Checked in for our flight.
Got bumped.
Had a hissy fit.
Learned next available flight was tomorrow.
Pitched another fit.
Pouted.
Seethed.
Accepted the situation.
Talked to my husband.
Sat and waited. And waited.
And waited.
Exchanged texts with a friend.
Got new flight info.
Seethed again.
Got hotel info.
Dismayed that hotel is in Queens and flight's out of Newark. New Jersey.
Gulped down anger and frustration and a deep desire to be home.
Broke up with New York.
Took a shuttle to the hotel.
Decompressed.
Talked to my husband.
Had dinner.
Updated blog.
Tried to crash.
Read.
Thought about being home.
Remembered that it's not about me. Not even a little.
Crashed.

Here's to being indicted into the brotherhood of bumped passengers.