We're still in Houston. Our flight to Oaxaca this morning was canceled, reason unknown. (Weather was cited, but it was clear and totally dry here - all signs of last night's snow gone. Oaxaca was clear and sunny and 80 degrees.)
But tonight we're in a hotel in Houston. No, not at the expense of Continental Airline; they did provide a voucher for a discount on a hotel room (we got one for $59).
The new plan is to leave at 9 AM and fly into Mexico City, from there transfer to a partner airline and go to Oaxaca. We should arrive by 4 PM.
I will write a letter to the airline after we get home. There are several issues I want to address with them. But, for now, the agents at the airport could not address these issues, I still have a week left on this trip and most of the workshop (and the facilitator is in the hotel room next door), and I don't want to spend my time being bitter.
I am still away from home. I am still away from work. I still have the option to relax. I will get to Oaxaca.
And I was able to work on a story. And finish the book I was reading and start another.
Patience. I *can* relax now and I *will* get to my destination. Different than how I had it planned, but we will get there.