And then...

At the end of this perfectly planned trip, I ended up finding the car I was looking for. Problem? I found it on Saturday afternoon of Labor Day weekend. Had to wait for banks to open on Tuesday morning. My extra day (Monday) was a gift. It started a bit rocky when my extra time cringed upon a dear friendship of mine. I was hoping for more precious time with my friend as I felt that we hadn't gotten any and I'd been there a week. But our wrangling of responsibilities didn't allow it and now we know that next time WE will take a break from those responsibilities and nourish our friendship without distraction. Ended up at my other very dear friends house for some time that hadn't been allowed during the whole week I'd been there. A couple of "bums" hanging out. :)

But then, after that beautiful day, the hours draggggggggggged on. Getting home took way to long, my week in peace at my home was gone because I was driving my perfectly planned car.