I don't enjoy taking 6 am flights, of course, but they do have advantages. I left my hotel at 6:11 am and was through SFO security by 6:25. That's even faster than last year!
I'm a little less enthused about this, however:
URGENT - WINTER WEATHER MESSAGE
National Weather Service Chicago IL
224 AM CST Sun Nov 9 2025
Northern Cook-Central Cook-Southern Cook-Eastern Will-
Including the cities of Chicago, Peotone, Northbrook, Crete,
Evanston, Lemont, Park Forest, Schaumburg, Cicero, Oak Park, La
Grange, Des Plaines, Oak Forest, Oak Lawn, Calumet City, Beecher,
Palatine, and Orland Park
224 AM CST Sun Nov 9 2025
...WINTER STORM WARNING IN EFFECT FROM 9 PM THIS EVENING TO NOON CST
MONDAY...
* WHAT...Dangerous to impossible travel conditions due to intense
lake effect snow expected. Snow rates in excess of 3 inches per
hour, localized total snow accumulations of 12 to 18 inches, and
northerly wind gusts in excess of 30 mph are expected.
* WHERE...Central Cook, Eastern Will, Northern Cook, and Southern
Cook Counties.
* WHEN...From 9 PM this evening to noon CST Monday.
* IMPACTS...Snow rates in excess of 3 inches per hour will cripple
travel, including during the Monday morning commute. Strong
northerly wind gusts in excess of 30 mph will lead to greatly
reduced visibility, especially near the Lake Michigan shoreline.
Periods of thundersnow will occur, as well.
* ADDITIONAL DETAILS...Lake effect snow is often very localized,
with conditions varying from safe to dangerous across just a few
miles. Snow totals in the Winter Storm Warning area may vary
considerably from one location to the next.
PRECAUTIONARY/PREPAREDNESS ACTIONS...
Persons should consider delaying all travel while and where the lake
effect snow is ongoing.
Unfortunately for me, my work laptop is in my downtown office, and my most important meetings tomorrow are between 10 and 11:30. Because the forecast is for lake-effect snow, we have no way to predict exactly where it will hit. I've seen these things produce 30 cm of snow on one block and nothing on the next.
Right now, though, the weather looks good for aviation, and my plane appears to be here and ready to fly. We'll find out tomorrow whether I'll be able to make it to the office.
After dragging my tired ass to Peet's just as they opened at 6 am (8 am back home), I got the same tired ass to the BART station just down the street and discovered that the Red Line operates as a shuttle between Millbrae and SFO sometimes. This knowledge came to me after I took an unplanned round-trip to the airport, learning this bit of BART lore at the cost of 25 minutes of my life.
I did make it to Powell and Market before 8:30 am, which allowed me plenty of time to take the oldest form of public transit in the city from there up to Hyde and Beach, then walk from there to the Caltrain station on 4th street, where I caught a train to San Jose and then a VTA light rail trolley to the closest stop near my family's house.
I'll have photos when I get back to Chicago, which I hope will be tomorrow. I've already ordered a Lyft for 4:15 am, which sounds awful except that I usually get up around 6:30 am in Chicago anyway.
For now, I'm going to digest this bit of rice I picked up from a local Millbrae Mandarin spot I like, then collapse.
I made it to the Bay Area, and I'm about to fall asleep. Tomorrow I've got plans in both San Francisco and San Jose, which, if you care to glimpse a map, are nowhere near each other. (Seriously, they're farther apart than Chicago and Milwaukee.) Fortunately they have trains here.
Right, well, I'm off then. Assuming I don't get re-routed involuntarily, I should be home mid-afternoon Sunday, and assuming meteorologists know what they're doing, I will be rewarded for schlepping a heavy coat all over the country today by not dying of hypothermia when I get back to Chicago.
Je suis épuisé, et maintenant, je dors.
I resigned myself to taking the delay and going home for a few hours, but before exiting the secure area of the terminal, I decided to try the American Airlines app one more time. Success! The reservation system suggested a 1 pm flight through Dallas and a connecting flight to SFO that gets in around 7:30 pm. Not ideal, but also not wasting two hours going home and back and getting to SFO after midnight Chicago time.
I won't be able to make the Brews & Choos stop I'd planned for this evening, nor does it look likely I'll get 10,000 steps today, but it does mean I'll likely be in a better mood tomorrow morning.
So, the airline did something right, and I can easily deal with a couple hours in the Admirals Club. And like I said yesterday, this is nothing like the 28-hour ordeal I went through in 2009.
I posted too soon. Obviously, I tempted the wrath of the whatever high atop the thing, and it noticed:
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Here's the ironic part: the government shutdown has (almost) nothing to do with this delay. The plane is broken. And because of the capacity controls today, the airline can't simply swap in another 737-800.
Fortunately, I live in Chicago, so I'll just go home for a few hours. Updates as the situation develops.
Despite the FAA reducing flights at O'Hare and Midway today because of the Republican-caused government shutdown (longest in history!), I got from my house to O'Hare and through security in just over an hour. Red-state friends: I took the #81 bus to the Blue Line, so the whole 45-minute trip cost $3.00. I even had time to get coffee.
So far my flight is on time, and--unusually for the heavily-traveled ORD-SFO route--I got upgraded. Sometimes I think about cancelling my club membership because I only fly 8 to 10 segments a year these days, and then a day like this happens, where I mentally prepared for delays and disruptions but nothing happened.
We'll see if my good luck holds up for my 6am flight Sunday morning...
Butters the Engineer sometimes gets too lazy even to get her whole body onto a bed that's twice her size:
Two more days of wrangling two dogs with opposite understandings of how to behave on a leash.
My old Surface decided it didn't trust its own drive this morning when I booted up in my downtown office. Instead of getting a new laptop, I had stumped for the $30 fee to buy another year of security patches for Windows 10. Well, the latest one changed the Bitlocker settings, requiring me to enter the recovery key...which I couldn't get to from my downtown office.
Fortunately I had the key at home and entered it manually without a problem, so the Surface has sprung back to life. I will have to replace it soon, too, if for no other reason than I was worried for most of the day that it was bricked.
It also means I just had to declare bankruptcy on most of my news emails when I finally got home. But that's probably better for my mental health anyway.
Also, final note: the next version of The Daily Parker is up and running in its dev/test environment. We're still weeks away from me publicizing the URL, but I am pretty stoked that it has a functioning UI with some actual blogging features.
I'm a little delayed getting today's Morning Butters Report out for a couple of reasons. First, Butters and Cassie tag-teamed me starting just before 6:30 am. First Cassie poked me, then Butters poked me when Cassie kicked her off the dog bed in my room. Then Cassie came back when Butters used her engineering skills to ensure Cassie couldn't pull that crap again:
Last night, though, Butters showed me how much she cares about me—or how much she wanted another Greenie, it's unclear:
Meanwhile, all the major cloud providers are suffering a massive DNS outage right now, which fortunately hasn't spread to Inner Drive Technology. Microsoft Azure, Amazon Web Services, Google Cloud, and tons of other services have gone down. Updates as conditions warrant.
I have mentioned how odd Butters can be. Part of her oddness seems to come from her being a little princess who craves comfort to the exclusion of propriety.
Exhibit the first, this morning, less than a minute after I stripped my bed:
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I had to pick her up to get her to move.
Exhibit the second, yesterday afternoon, rearranging the dog bed in my office for...reasons:
Exhibit the third, last night, getting quite annoyed that Cassie has trouble respecting her personal space:
The poor dear suffers so.