The Best Laid Plans...
...apparently don't give a flying fondue pot for my petty, unloved plans.
Long dramatic story short: me no close on house, me no leave on trip tomorrow. Departure date has been pushed off to next Saturday, because it is apparently impossible to get a group of more than four professional adults together and have them do what they're supposed to do when they're supposed to do it.
I have moved beyond enraged and to the other side, where it is acceptable - and, indeed, good form - to add a rider to the Contract of Sale that allows me to punch everyone involved once in the face before signing the deed over.
LATER:
OK, not everyone involved.
But I still get to do some punching.
That's just fair, is all.
