I Hate Weather

I had intended to write a very cheery and upbeat post today about how I'm looking forward to seeing Jay. As it turns out, the weather in Europe sucks so bad that I don't know if I'm going to get to see him before Christmas. His flight into London is cancelled, but the flight out of London isn't. The travel agent is closed on Sunday, and I really want to see Jay. The thought of spending Christmas alone makes me want to cry.