This morning we got about 5 inches of snow. I started the afternoon by acting out The Call of the Wild — hiking up to the main road where we had parked the car. That road was drivable, so we headed to the airport to pick up the Daughter.
Surprise: She wasn’t going to land. With her plane on approach after an 11 hour flight, snow closed the runways at Heathrow. So now we’re playing a new game. Airport roulette. Where will Kate’s plane land? Pick a country.
Updates to follow.
UPDATE: Looks like it’s Germany. The flight is on its way to Frankfurt. And thanks to FlightRadar24.com, I can at least watch the plane on its journey. I’m peering at the little yellow image of the 777 as it passes over Brussels. Hi, honey!