Betty Diaries: In a perfect world, there’s no FOMO

Betty Diaries: In a perfect world, there’s no FOMO

I’d done all I could to summon the opening-day ski gods. I did the snow dance. Got my car washed. Canceled my appointment to have my Blizzaks mounted. But in the end, we all know the only way to ensure the perfect winter storm — and an enormous bout of FOMO — is to leave town. So, sitting at the Delta gate with my dog Riley, waiting for my final connection to Rochester, I wasn’t the least bit surprised when someone on the group text sent a scree…