This afternoon I took a flight to London Heathrow, prior to flying out to Boston Logan. It was chronicle of a delay foretold time. I had an evening flight. Snow was forecast for the evening. Would my flight get away before the snow? Answer: no. At least the flight wasn’t cancelled but by the time we had queued up for de-icing we had lost ninety minutes and were probably one of the last flights out of the airport. Zen. Om. Inshala. Oh, and, er, fingers crossed…