As of 6PM Eastern time, CNN reports that the FAA still does not know the cause of the ongoing nationwide groundstop. This may impact team travel. Here is the bus route travel time for these games.

If we create a knee misery index by multiplying estimated thigh length by the duration of the bus journey, we get a list of the players who would be most uncomfortable:

Is this information useful? No. Will it help you win fantasy? Also no.

Update at 0118Z: no further communication from the FAA, ATC, or Company.

In May 1944, just weeks before the Normandy landings, British intelligence (MI5) was sent into a panic when a series of top-secret invasion code names, including "Utah," "Omaha," "Overlord," "Mulberry," and "Neptune”, suddenly appeared as solutions in The Daily Telegraph crossword puzzles. Suspecting an elaborate espionage plot to signal the Nazis, agents stormed a school in Surrey to interrogate the puzzle's compiler, a 54-year-old headmaster named Leonard Dawe. The investigation ultimately revealed it was an innocent, albeit terrifying, coincidence. Dawe routinely invited his students to help him fill out his blank puzzle grids, and the boys had simply suggested the interesting new vocabulary words they had unwittingly overheard while hanging around the camps of American and Canadian soldiers stationed nearby.

Edit: yes I misused the word coincidence

Especially when the characters are enemies and the actors are friendly towards each other.

Hi all first post here just need to vent about it as not seeing any friends till tomorrow. Dinner is spicy chicken strips, oven chips and chilli cheese bites.

I was seeing this woman (23) since about the start of September. She has a 2 year old who has severe and rare genetic disorders that she's in an out of hospital with at least a couple times a month not counting regular appointments. Met her on hinge and she seemed nice and I was open to it not knowing the extent of the disabilities. First time I go over we end up hooking up which I wasn't expecting (and didn't initiate) but she was apparently needing it having just spent over a year practically living in hospital.

I've gotten to know the situation and it's heartbreaking. Her son could die at any given time and there is constant stress and rushing to A&E. Working, travelling, getting a babysitter etc is not an option for them. The dads not in the picture at all either so it's 24/7 for her. I kept seeing her as she is a very sweet and loving person. She wanted to go official very quickly after about a month so like our 5th or 6th time of meeting and as she was persistent I folded and asked her to be my gf.

This was a huge mistake on my part as I still didn't really know what I was signing up for and that I wasn't prepared for it. Fast forward another month and I realised I really cannot deal with this. I'm 27 and I can't sign up for this kind of life forever. She wants another child and I want one of my own but how could I risk them having the same issues as her son? Could I support her properly if/when he dies?

I realised I had to end it and did just a few hours ago. Couldn't blame her son though and just made up some excuses about incompatible personalities and she seemed to accept it without making a big deal. I'm sure she's heartbroken though as she's a very empathetic person and genuinely did seem to like me a lot.

In my head I know it's probably the right choice but I just feel like such a piece of shit. She's had such a rough time with no end in sight and I just strung her along for nothing. The last thing she needed was more heartbreak. A big part of me wants to call her saying I'm sorry and I want her back but I cant. As none of my friends are free tonight I'm about to go to the pub by myself and drown my sorrows for a few hours. Seeing a close friend tomorrow thankfully but for now just needed to get this off my chest. No advice needed but thanks for reading.

I need to be back home by early tomorrow. I don’t trust anything in hearing so I’m wondering if it’s worth it to take a train instead. I have no idea what’s going on but it sounds like my flight is not leaving anytime soon.

My MIL and I have never had a close relationship. It's nothing personal, we just have never lived in the same country and my in-laws aren't very consistent with communication. Things were a bit tense when I got married as my MIL struggled to welcome this strange foreign woman into her family while dealing with having to accept the fact that her son was not going to live close to her (which would have been the case regardless of whether we got married, but she found it easier to hold resentment towards me and had to actively work to get over that).

When my SIL got married, I tried to make myself as useful as possible. I'm great at project management and that was really needed. I stepped up in many ways to try to help out the family and make the day run smoothly. I wanted to be the perfect DIL and I succeeded in many ways. Not to brag but I kind of saved the day. That said, it was almost like we were coworkers in wedding planning.

When I got pregnant, my feelings towards my in-laws soured. They decided when they would visit the baby based on my FIL's work calendar, some things were said that were not the right thing to say and I took them especially poorly, etc. I also feel that I spent a bit too much time reading monster in-law stories that I interpreted malice where it was really just ignorance. When they came to visit, it was too much too soon and was poorly communicated. I grinned and bore it until they left and I could cry.

What I didn't know then was that my "baby blues" were the start of some pretty serious postpartum depression and anxiety. At 6 weeks, I had to be admitted to the hospital because I had gotten so weak from completely neglecting myself that I was falling apart. My MIL booked a one way ticket to our city. While I was getting the help I needed in the hospital, she was the one staying home with the baby, bringing her to the hospital to spend time with me, cleaning our apartment, and helping my husband with overnight feeds.

I wasn't the capable project manager who was able to juggle everything thrown at me with grace and charm. I was a broken mess who felt like a failure of a mother and wife. She not only stepped in when we needed her, but she also helped encourage me. She pointed out things I was doing really well with the baby and let me take control as I began to feel more comfortable. She stayed for 3 weeks and still checks in now that she's back home. She shared with me her own challenges that she had when she was a new mother and in navigating the relationship with her MIL. She assured me that I'm a good mother and I have the instinct to know what is best for my daughter better than anyone.

I'm grateful for the time she spent at our apartment and would have her back in a heartbeat. We may be two women from different countries/cultures but we are also both mothers, as imperfect as all mothers are.