I was supposed to be on a flight to Venezuela at 6:30 this morning. I was awakened at 6:00 by a frantic, “where the hell are you!!?” call from my colleague, only to notice the flashing LED display on my alarm clock. Shit, outage. I hate the weather. I hate Hydro-Québec. I jump out of bed and into my clothes, and run out into the cold.

After an incredibly fast drive to Dorval, I wait about 40 minutes in line at the American Airlines checkout counter. I’m told I have to take the same flight tomorrow. My hair and teeth still not brushed, I slowly make my way back home. I’m going to have my breakfast, and my heart attack now.

I’m sure there’s something to be said for starting a day in a moment of panic like this… I’m just not sure what it is.