There are days like yesterday (Tuesday) which go swimmingly well, better than expected, and you're thrilled. Then there are days like today, where despite your incessant status tracking, weather checking, and warning heeding, your flight is delayed six hours... In fifteen-minute increments. It was weather, so it was nobody's fault, but still. Woof. And you're exhausted and you don't get to see your friend for drinks or your sister for chill time or the gym for a workout and you get a cabbie who manages to be the most terrible combination of painfully slow and terrifyingly reckless for your ride home and you just desperately hope your brain turns off at some point and GOODNIGHT.