missed flight

Evidently a plane did end up going out last night, although I was so fed up with everything I did not call after 2100 to find out about it. Mostly I did not want to ride the subway to the airport at that late hour, for security reasons and I couldn’t afford to take a taxi again, as that would totally blow my budget after Friday night’s debacle. MB drove down to the airport with Loki to meet it this morning, and I wasn’t there. Loki was first excited and then disappointed that Pabby wasn’t on the plane. And now they drive north to Akureyri alone today. And tomorrow, if and when I get to Reykjavík, I will have to pressure Icelandair to give me a free flight north to Akureyri — something I think they owe me given the scope of my monetary losses as a result of the strike and their totally inept handling of events following. So, still simmering in the City. The powerlessness of this way of going rears its normally hidden head. Try crossing an ocean when there is a war, and what can you do? Interruptions are crux points in travel — and crux points always fire me up with anxiety. This is a weak point in maintaining my composure and good-will when future plans are brought into jeopardy. What is it about plans — planning … I used to always use the phrase — plan for the worst-case scenario and don’t be surprised (or complacent) when things work out.