You know that feeling when you regret that something has not happened, but yet you are relieved? That feeling when you've suddenly been thrown off course but then you steady yourself and realize that you are still standing and it somehow feels better?

That's the feeling I got tonight when my flight to D.C. was postponed 4 times and then cancelled. And then I got that feeling again when the 5:30 a.m. Friday flight was cancelled.

Somehow I just knew it was not meant to be.

So instead we played with new toys like Break the Ice and a loud orange truck that zooms across the hardwood floor.  And ate edamame and beef with broccoli at an Asian place recommended by Nazgul.

And cuddled in bed way past bedtime even if they were a bit cranky.

We are in Vermont afterall. The land of the Fried Oreo at the county fair.

Goodnight.