Thwarted

I had grandiose plans that I was going to go the library first thing this morning to book a flight for the afternoon to New York City. Just to fly in for the morning, and leave late in the evening. No big deal.

I wanted to take H__ to see the exhibit of Gregory Colbert 's photographs at the Nomadic Museum on Pier 54.

Apparently, I have no airline karma whatsoever. Being a Taurus, I could not accept my fate so readily, and kept trying various maneuvers to realize my goal. After about two hours, I consented, and with weary eyes and a psychosomatic headache, I lost all interest in doing any other work there, and dejectedly left.