It's 4:15 EDT as I write this. I'm sitting in the Admiral's Club at RDU. My itinerary had me leaving RDU at 2:40, arriving in JFK at 4:30, and flying first class to Paris on a 6:00 p.m. plane. I paid a boatload of saved miles for a round-trip, first-class ticket, so the overseas flight would pass in comfort.
That was all before travel joy happened.
My flight is now scheduled to take off at 5:13 and arrive at 6:49. I can live with that. I spent more time at home, then passed more time waiting at the airport. I don't mind waiting. I have a laptop and tons to read, so that's fine.
My new flight to Paris leaves at 9:00 p.m., and now I'm due to arrive at 9:30 a.m. instead of 6:30 a.m. I can also live with that. Unfortunately, I no longer have a first-class seat, nor do I have any ability to change that fact; I've already failed at doing so. So, the flight will be later and now will suck vastly more--and I'll still have paid for something I'm not getting.
At this point, I'm focusing on making it to Europe. After that, I'll deal with the rest.
Now, it's 7:27 EDT, and I'm ensconced in a wonderful hotel in Paris. I'll have to fight for a refund on my miles when I'm back in early May, but for now I'm happy simply to be done traveling. I was lucky enough to score an exit row seat, so at least I had leg room. The flight passed quickly, customs in Paris was as simple and quick as I've ever experienced, and the taxi was a Mercedes; I cannot complain about anything since I hit the ground.
I did not, though, sleep on the plane, so I am off to take a nap.