Low Fog and a call from Crew Support

I walked around Eureka yesterday and wondered if the PM flight was going to be able to land. The fog was settling in fast. This morning I woke up at 4am for a 4:50 van time. When my phone rang at 4:15 I noticed it was crew support. I didn't answer.
I've been told by to many crewmembers not to.
Now I wish I had.

If I would have answered the phone, I would have known that our plane didn't make it in last night. I would have been able to go back to sleep.

Instead I was dressed and ready for work at 4:50 as orignally scheduled only to find out that our new van time was 6:30am. Well, that's what I get. O'well.

Since I couldn't go back to sleep for that little amount of time, I decided to open up Annie and write. I did a page and man, I tell you...it sure felt good to fall back into that world.

I was supposed to do 6 flights today. Instead I'm deadheading the first leg and then working 3. Luckily we still get paid for the full 6 flights.

And that's life!

UPDATE: Holy Crap!
I can't believe it. This day just kept getting worse and worse! Honestly, half way through I figured we must be cursed.

It started with my brand new nylons. Sanged before I even got them over my knees.
First flight cancelled. Second flight cancelled. Third flight cancelled. All due to weather.
We were hoping to deadhead on the 9:30 flight to SFO.
Well, that flight was late due to flow. (That's when the airport slows you down on purpose due to traffic).
When it finally got to Arcada we had been waiting for nearly 7 hours.
We got our boarding passes and went through security.
The poor gate agent (working her tail off) told us the plane was broken and the flight might not go out. My captain laughed and said "you're joking" she replied, "I wish I was."
So we returned to the tiny cold crew lounge and waited with that crew for a mechanic to arrive on the next flight in. 3 hours later the mechanic arrives.
We were hoping he could fix the problem and we could hitch a ride on the ferry flight (no passengers) back to SFO. Nope.
The mechanic couldn't fix it. He didn't have the parts.
Great.
So we waited another hour for the plane that was working to board. We laughed and found ways to entertain ourselves with a game we made up... "What are the odds." We also joked about how many crews can get stuck in one place.
It was almost 4pm when our plane finally left for SFO. We deadheaded there and waited 2 more hours for another deadhead to Redmond.
I was dying to work a flight, so I pitched the offer on both of my deadheads. The first guy (Monte) didn't let me, but the second guy (David) did. Hmmm...2 deadheads and 2 male flight attendants in a row...WHAT ARE THE ODDS!
I was actually nervous because my crew was making me laugh.
The flight went well, except for the fact that we got a little bit of a late start because during my preflight with David the smoke detector went off. I swear I didn't do it!
I felt like I was laughing the whole time! However, it did turn into a very long day. Even though it was a lot of waiting, I was on duty for 16 hours.
Thank goodness we still get paid for cancelled flights or else you'd have one ticked off crew onboard!
Just in case you were wondering...yes, I did do some more writing on my book. The news anchor didn't get the story he was after!