The Famous Author called me from Buffalo, New York. He says he's trapped in this Erie Lakeside metropolis of constant lake effect rain. And he thought Seattle was bad.
"I haven't seen the sun since Wednesday afternoon," TFA said on the phone minutes ago. "I'm turning into a prune. Worse, I can't get home. They cancelled my flight last night. They cancelled my flight today. They cancelled my good humor."
Oh, buck up, TFA. Go find a taco.