Chris' flight continues to be delayed - he was to arrive at 8:30 this morning and now it seems he will be here at 3pm. I don't know why, but when he called earlier to update me on the situation, all my common sense and patience went out the window and I burst into tears as soon as I hung up the phone. It's been so strange to be in his apartment, just waiting for hours and hours, only to be told that I have to wait some more. I feel almost guilty - I should be more concerned about Chris' hellish voyage back to Ottawa instead of my own selfish waiting. I do feel badly about his trip and realize that he must be extremely exhausted and out of sorts. But I suppose I still feel immensely disappointed that our last vacation day was spoiled by airline fiascos. Tomorrow we will go back to usual grind of work and school, and the Christmas holidays will be a thing of the past. *soupir* I just hope the delays end here and that I will see him at 3 o'clock. Jetsgo indeed - 'jets go nowhere' is what my dad calls the airline. That is one Dad Joke that works!
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