My flight hasn't really been delayed, but rather "rescheduled." It was supposed to depart at 8:45 (so I was up bright and early at 5:15 this morning, left the house at 6:00, arrived at the airport at 6:50, and was through the bag check and security by 7:20. All good, except on my boarding pass, the departure time is now listed as 9:12am.
Eh, it's only a half hour. And maybe we can make up time in the air.
Either way, I'm mere hours from touching down in the frozen tundra that is Chicago. I'm so excited, it's not even funny.
Oh, and I found an old jacket of mine (the receipts in my pocket prove that I haven't worn it in 2 years), but it fits and it's fleece-lined and down-filled, so hopefully it will help keep me toasty warm. I also found a pair of gloves, I'm bringing two scarves and I bought a new hat last week.
To give a little perspective:
Currently in Tampa, the temperature is 73 degrees (and it feels like 73 degrees)
Currently in Chicago, it's 27 degrees, and feels like 21.
52 degree difference? My body is going to go into shock. It's a good thing I'm drinking orange juice right now...