I was flying to Toronto though I didn’t really want to go. The jet’s engine had metal debris in it so they wisely switched jets. Add 2.5 hours. I almost leave the airport and bag the trip. Some damned work ethic keeps me there. We finally take off.

Approaching T’ron’o, we are told there’s bad fog. We circle. Visibility worse. Fuel low.

We land in Buffalo, which is crowded with diverted jets but no hotels or cars.

We are supposed to fly back to Newark, where this odyssey started. But they are going to let some people go in Buffalo. So that means an hour sorting bags and refueling.

It’s 1:30 and I have no idea where or whether I will sleep tonight.

But at least the captain has a sense of humor.