Schedules.

I watch the news. They say it’s snowing wildly on the east coast of America. I think about my cousin and her husband in their little house in Great Neck. I imagine them huddling together, not able to go anywhere really, just watching tv and eating and sleeping and working. I imagine the snow falling and falling.



My original scheduled flight was for the 17th of December. That was before Standard Bank lost my money. (I still haven’t gotten it back.) My flight would’ve been canceled according to the news. All the planes have been grounded. Who knows what would have happened.


I wonder if it would have been any easier if I came back only now.


I doubt it.