I just spent five glorious hours in the airport and no hours on actual airplanes, so I will not be going to New Mexico for my grandfather's funeral.
After the third flight left full, I was told that the fourth would have a few spots and that the fifth looked nice and clear. Only the fourth plane arrived broken and was going to need a two-hour delay. So they moved as many people with connecting flights as they could to the fifth flight. I might have been able to get on the delayed plane, but I would miss my connecting flight and wouldn't get on another one until after 10 p.m.
So I declared the game of Stand-By Roulette a loss and came home.
Instead, I think I will sleep a whole, whole lot, snuggle and tickle my kids and enjoy seeing the actual sun.