Well, it got worse. After several flights being delayed and then cancelled, they finally told us there would be no more flights to Watertown or vicinity until Monday, which is when we had to come home. Not to mention the impossibility of waiting it out in Philadelphia, trying to book rooms there at short notice on a weekend. So we came back home today. No trouble booking seats for that, because all sorts of people from other places on the east coast couldn't make their connections because of the weather, and we were on a huge airplane that turned out to be two thirds empty.
Very, very disappointed, of course. Heartbroken, really. We didn't tell Pat we were coming since we didn't want her to worry about our flying in. Turns out that was a good decision.
All that said, if we couldn't get where we wanted to go, after a stressful two days (which felt more like a week) thousands of miles from home, we are very glad to be back here. I had a twenty-four hour headache, which miraculously disappeared as soon as John picked us up at the airport in San Francisco.