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And so, when he had a trip to Atlanta on Monday and Tuesday (hooray for only two days) this week, it was par for the course. He mentioned on Sunday night, when we were looking at our schedule for the week that some bad weather was expected in Atlanta on Tuesday. Usually I would just shrug my shoulders. We lived in Boston long enough for that to be my first reaction. You see, we would often be told that a terrible storm was coming, only to experience seven minutes of snow. Yes, there were some doozies for sure, but the great majority of those that were supposed to be crazyville, were pretty much nothing.
But, as Jacob mentioned the weather in Atlanta, something told me he was not coming home Tuesday night like planned.
And that was indeed the case.
By the time he had landed in Atlanta on Monday afternoon, he had already received a message that his flight the next evening was cancelled. And while I was definitely disappointed, things were about to become quite intense at our house and I didn't even have time to think about it much.
Until the next morning. When Jacob called to say that the training he was conducting was going to end prematurely because it had started to snow and Atlanta was a goin' crazy. (Okay, not a person who reads this blog would ever think that Jacob would say that sentence, but it made me laugh and I'm going to pretend he said it just like that. Join me, would you?)
The next many hours would show just how wild it got. Those poor, poor people in Georgia. You have all heard the stories, so I won't share them again. Except one. Someone who was at the training and who left for the airport several hours early hoping to make his flight, spent 17 hours in his barely-moving-on-occasion car. Seven. Teen. Hours. Folks. You would have had to cart me straight to the mental hospital. I cannot imagine.
Anyway (seriously, who is this lady who has started writing such long blog posts? I am not acquainted with her), the short of the story is that Jacob left the next morning, Wednesday, to attempt to get to the airport and make his newly assigned flight home. And while it did take a couple of hours, rather than the regular 40 minutes, it was so much better than either of us thought it would be. And his flight was not cancelled and actually left on time. He made it home a few hours ago.
Let there be no doubt how grateful we are.
Okay then, I'll sign off with a photo. Good gravy, have you ever seen such a sight? I may have, but it has been a long time.
And this was one of the calmer/less crowded roads. Yikes a roosey.