I got on what must have been one of the last flights out of Boston last night. After not being able to go through Chicago back to California, due to Midwest storms, I was booked on an evening nonstop to San Francisco. I noticed a flight leaving for San Diego about 90 minutes earlier and asked to be put on that one, which the airline did. Turned out that the San Francisco flight got canceled.

An inexpensive overnight stay (I’m turning into a big fan of the Hotwire service, which has been a reliable way to get decent hotel rooms for a low price) in San Diego and a commuter plane hop to LAX, I’m waiting for my connection back to San Francisco. I’ll be home by 10:30 this morning, and happy to be there.

I frequently tell people how much I miss the seasons in New England. But I don’t miss blizzards like the one they’re having in Boston today.

In other circumstances I’d be grumpy about this detour and overnight layover. Right now I’m feeling lucky.