It's beautiful, an awesome and fiery geologic force. It's an erupting volcano with a massive ash cloud swaddling the upper skies of northern Europe. It's an unstoppable force of Nature. And so...
I'm trying to see that my travel plans are something very insignificant in the grand scheme of natural world events. (Deep breaths, be zen...) But Heathrow is closed and my connecting flight to Cairo goes through London. Whenever I've gone over my mental list of possible trip glitches (though I try not to wallow in these sorts of thoughts...bad ) I never once paused and considered whether an Icelandic volcano might throw a wrench in the works.
Well, I'm trying not to be a little despondent/cranky/irritable/anxious that only time and Nature and the good scientists/people of air traffic control can tell me if I'm actually going to be able to go on my trip next Friday.
A lot can happen in a week so I'm crossing my fingers. This is the first time I've ever wished that a trip was not until...later.