Bags are packed and I'm ready to hit the road. Walked down 8th avenue this morning and watched the frozen rain coming down and thought "this ain't so bad, should be able to get on my flight no problem."

But thats not how its meant to be. Delta has other plans with the weather.

As I'm rushing around the apartment in my final fervor before heading out the door, I think I better check the flight status. Sure enough, cancelled. I take a deep breath and pick up the phone.

An hour later, the agent is telling me I'm not going to get to Rio until Sunday (today is Wednesday). I freak, I plead "I'm going for Carnaval GOD DAMNIT, I'll miss it totally!." She sighs in my ear and puts me on hold.

20 minutes later, I refresh my itinerary on the delta web site and I'm now booked to leave tomorrow (thursday) and arrive in Rio only a day later than planned, I breath a sigh of relief and then the agent comes back on the phone to tell me the good news.

Except, get this, I have to fly to DC tomorrow morning at 8am and then connect from there to Atlanta and then get to Rio early Friday morning. UGH! This is my vacation? Why does my good travel karma have to leave me now!

I hang up wit the agent and literally the phone rings again and its another Delta agent calling to inform me that my flights been cancelled today but I've been rerouted. I just laugh with her. What else can I do? Wondering if I even needed to make that first hour and fifteen minute call. Seems they were looking out for me. I guess all those sky miles I rack for work pays off.

It hasn't snowed or iced or anything here in NYC all winter, until today.

Well, if I'm stuck at least I'm stuck at home.

Now listening to Peven Everett's "Stuck". At least I'll get more work done. Seems iTunes is playing all my "Stuck" titles. Now I'm "Stuck in the Middle with you" and the "Stuck in a moment you can't get out of".

I am stuck. Thats for sure.