Of course.

It always happens this way. I'm writing to you from the bleak, rather depressing interior of La Guardia (I mean...did they have to make it gray and maroon?), folks--because it never fails:

my flight is wayyy delayed.

This weather has been something else: days and days of rain and fog.  I really didn't mind it until now--afterall--Charleston is on the brink of being a million degrees with matching humidity (okay...being a bit dramatic here) so floating around the city in a jacket and scarf really wasn't unwelcome in my book. But here I am, just wanting to get home to my hubby (who leaves tomorrow, I might add), and I'm watching that tall, towering skyline disappear amongst the gray, filmy rain.  Let's just hope this pour-storm dissipates so my flight can pick me up.

The only upside?

Ex-NYC Mayor Rudy Giuliani just smiled at me...

 :)