After enduring a hellish limo ride to the airport at 5am in the middle of the first snow storm to hit Toronto this season, I duly board the flight only to discover I am wedged between my not so little baby boy (5'11" and 220 lbs) and a grandma with the largest widest hips known to mankind. I got to experience the special joy of sitting on a plane to nowhere for an hour waiting for our plane’s turn to be de-iced before take off - without benefit of coffee I might add. So our four hour flight became five hours which then morphed into six hours after we landed as the plane door had frozen shut.
The next time I get the bright idea to leave Toronto in the middle of a snowstorm - someone remind me not to fly to a place even more cold and snowy without my mink coat. Today’s temperature -25 but feels like -37C once you factor in the windchill. There is an upside, I remembered to bring my thermal underwear and the bed is warm.