The best laid plans by the blonde go pfffft.

Sigh. Nothing worked the way it was supposed to. Oh, wait. Defrosting the fridge was a snap. But, other than that, lots of oochies and ouchies.

At least more packing DID get accomplished. But I was frustrated when I hadn't heard from SuM and the afternoon was morphing into evening. So I called and had to leave a message on her phone. And I continued to wait. Arrgghh. To complicate matters, I received a text from someone (no name) from the Young Adult group who could have moved my TV and computer TONIGHT. Sigh.

SuM finally called me back. She'd just expected me to show up some time this afternoon. To make things worse, her answering machine was malfunctioning, so she wasn't even aware there was a message on it. As it was going to be dark soon, there was no way I was going to walk over (and there goes the measuring beforehand), so she offered to bring the key over. Whew. That's a huge relief.

At least I could enjoy the rest of the evening - slightly - by pouring the last glass of church-John's wine. I had it with buttered bread ... my supper. And I watched an entertaining epi of MasterChef Canada for a change. Also, for a welcome change, I really appreciated tonight's The Blacklist. I finally got to enjoy the strength of Elizabeth's character and the ever-swirling muck of deception around her.

Okay, now I'm off to bed. I'm setting the alarm for 6. Yuck. Make that double yuck!