I'm home, only about sixteen hours later than I expected to be.
Surprisingly unfrazzled under the circumstances. As sixteen-hour delays go, this was quite benign; I spent about ten hours in a comfortable hotel room, three wandering around a fairly pleasant corner of DFW with a access to books and coffee, and what felt like an hour in a shared-ride van that was trundling around the campus dropping off returning students. The other couple of hours were mostly O'Hare, but even that wasn't impossibly stressful. (The four-hour delay on the end of the Manchester-Chicago flight was just time I'd otherwise have been wandering the concourses of O'Hare, so it didn't actually make me any later getting home.)
I'm not sure how effective I'm going to be at work tomorrow, though.
Surprisingly unfrazzled under the circumstances. As sixteen-hour delays go, this was quite benign; I spent about ten hours in a comfortable hotel room, three wandering around a fairly pleasant corner of DFW with a access to books and coffee, and what felt like an hour in a shared-ride van that was trundling around the campus dropping off returning students. The other couple of hours were mostly O'Hare, but even that wasn't impossibly stressful. (The four-hour delay on the end of the Manchester-Chicago flight was just time I'd otherwise have been wandering the concourses of O'Hare, so it didn't actually make me any later getting home.)
I'm not sure how effective I'm going to be at work tomorrow, though.