Greetings from a limbo

I just lived inside a parenthesis for 60 hours

Exactly 60 hours ago, after two hours of attempts and de-icing, the pilot of my plane from EWR to SFO gave up and, as the blizzard was setting in, brought us back to the gate.

After 60 hours in a hotel wedged between an airport, a highway, and a prison, here I am again in the same seat of the same plane, departing from the same gate in the same direction.

Strange and surreal parenthesis… now let’s see if it’s Groundhog Day or if I’m actually going to take off…​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​