We were supposed to leave for New York this morning, so I spent all day yesterday in a pre-trip frenzy. By the time evening rolled around, I had several more hours of scrambling to do, so I decided a twenty-minute nap would be prudent. I woke up three hours later.

Once I figured out where I was and shaved my Rip Van Winkle beard, my heart whomped. Neither Hank nor I was packed, and the house looked like the producers of Hoarders had stopped by to do some light staging.

So. Good. I went online to print our boarding passes to find our flight had been canceled. Apparently New York is too cold to sustain life right now. Bwahahaha!

When I went to reschedule the flight, the only available option was a redeye. So tonight I’ll be navigating security with a four year old who’s up three hours past his bed time. On the plus side, we’ll both have suitcases.

I’ll be in New York to check out Restaurant Week for Travelocity. Hank will be in New York because he likes airplanes, and snow angels, and cuddling in hotel beds. I like those things too.

Kid-friendly New York suggestions welcome. If you see us up and about at midnight, that’s because Hank refuses to adjust to time changes until the day before we fly home. So if you know of any all-ages late night poker games, let us know.