Delayed, yet marveling

It's snowing, of course, the day my mother is supposed to fly in.  Which delayed the flight till 9:00 pm, aka, "maybe tomorrow."  So she flipped flights to come into Bozeman, where a friend of mine is going to pick her up and bring her here, hopefully in time for the department dinner tonight.  All of this wouldn't have been possible without my email and phone, for without it I wouldn't have know my friend was in Bozotown, and I wouldn't have been able to get ahold of him, and coordinate with everything else.  Ain't technology grand?