I fly to California. Coincidence, but not an unhappy one. I like snow as much as the next person, but being dependent on my bike and public transportation to get anywhere, both of which are less viable options in the snow, make me glad to fly to sunny Mountain View tomorrow.
Also, this time no going through Houston to get to New York. Not even an eight-hour layover. Nope, just a perfectly acceptable two-hour layover in Chicago, some nuts and cheese to tide me over on the plane, a Kindle full of books, and even aisle seats on both flights.
It doesn’t get better than this.