So, this morning we woke to a 2-hour delay, and . . . and it is past eight and there are no extensions – no 3-hour delays and no closings. I know from personal conversation with the “delay czar” here in the East Noble district that they make the decision, if at all possible, by eight. And it is after eight . . . fa la la la la la la la.
Now it is 8:07 and it is holding. Zippity doo dah.
Of course, Summer and Cameron and Colin will probably not share my interpretation of this news.
But I am dancing, dancing. Too much enthusiasm?