Foreboding

I don't consider myself a nervous traveller at all, despite the fact that I like to be at airports abroad so early for the return flight that the plane might not even have been built. My frequent weekend tripping also is testament to my overall love of flying.
This past weekend I was in Paris, a weekend trip with my cousin (known as Chiquita here) that I had booked months ago and was rather uncharacteristically anxious about in view of the late return flight (scheduled arrival in VIE 22:15) and the fact that when this post goes live on Monday morning I will already be facilitating an event at the office. In a nutshell, I was concerned I would be stuck in Paris due to a strike or other event that would prevent me from getting back to Vienna on time and almost wished I could reschedule. I even packed "nice clothes" and my laptop with charger in case I would be rebooked to a Monday morning flight and had to rush to the office straight from the airport.
Well, my return flight was on time, but the weekend in Paris did get off to a bad start with me receiving a message by Austrian Airlines on Friday morning, about 3 hours before the scheduled departure that the flight was cancelled. What. The. Eff?!? I immediately called the Austrian Airlines hotline and after listening to some canned waltzes managed to get the last seat on a flight to CDG via FRA, the first leg of wich actually left earlier than the original one. I rushed to the airport, only to find out the flight was delayed. As was my onward connection in Frankfurt. To cut a long story short, I got to spend a lot of quality time at both airports and arrived almost 5 hours later than originally planned.
Maybe it was a self-fulfilling prophecy that something had to go wrong, maybe a punishment for worrying to much, maybe a reward that it happened already on the outbound flight.
Be that as it may, I am definitely glad to have made it back on time and am now looking forward to five weeks in Austria.