Motus Mentis

We’ve been off the air for a few days: the lovely Nina and I flew down to central Florida on Wednesday evening to spend a few days with our son, who pitches for his college baseball team and is down here for an early-season tournament. (He goes to school some distance away from our home in Brooklyn, so we rarely get to see him play.)

The weather, we are told, was lovely until we got here. As soon as we arrived, though, a vaporous and malevolent weather-system moved in, and rain poured down continuously until sometime before dawn today. All games were cancelled. (If you have ever wondered what it is like to spend three days in Lake Mary, Florida, in a monsoon, drop me a line, and I will describe the experience for you.)

Today was pleasant enough, though, and there will be baseball tonight at last, starting at 7 p.m.

Unfortunately, Nina and I were booked on a flight back to New York at 7:15 p.m., and now we are at the airport in Orlando.

It now turns out that there is a ferocious nor’easter pummeling the New York region, with torrential rain and savage gales. At the moment, though, our flight, according to the departures board, is merely “Delayed”. We shall see.

Update: We never made it out. That appears to have been one hell of a storm back home. I’ve never seen the airlines so backed up; we are stuck in FL till at least Monday evening.