Sorry For The Inconvenience

At first, it didn't sound so terrible. A 5 o'clock flight out of JFK was delayed an hour. No big deal. Then an hour became an hour and a half. Then another hour. Then there was the brief mention of a "mechanical issue." Then there was a terminal change and a long walk to Gate B-Something. Then a jaunty shuttle ride to Terminal Confusion, Gate Who Cares. Does anybody know what flight we're on? Anybody? And where we're sitting on the plane? And what's our departure time? 8:05? 8:0... Oh, eff that, I'm not asking anymore. 

Then this: The SJG captured in all my frustration and exhaustion. I've never looked lovelier. All I know is the plane finally took off at some point. And at some point -- 2 a.m.? 2:15? -- we arrived in Sherman Oaks, where we belong.