I wasn't sure I was going to make it. My planned first stop today was in Spokane, WA, a flight for which I woke up at the crack of 3:30 am. So, I was a bit unhappy when I arrived at the airport to discover that my flight had been cancelled due to the fog. I stood in various lines for quite some time, and finally ended about 25th on a waiting list for a flight to Denver. Oh, goody. But, I lucked out… I was one of the last people to board.
When I got to Denver, I had a four-hour layover, thanks to getting off my original schedule. But, I dug out my original itinerary from before the devastating fog swept through the Seattle area, and I found that my original Denver-Lincoln flight was just getting ready to board. So, I went to that desk, and asked if there was an open seat. The woman said that there was, but that my luggage would be four hours late. But, I lucked out again: my luggage was actually sent on the original flight on my itinerary instead of the one for which I actually had a boarding pass. So, after the large initial delays, I got to Lincoln at the original time planned, with only two flights instead of three.
Of course, had I known all this in advance, I could have gotten about three hours more sleep.