Oh, that Robbie Burns!

The best laid schemes o' Mice an' Men,
Gang aft agley.

So true. So very true.

I am sitting at home, hours after I had planned to be at work, STILL waiting for the workmen who were going to start demolition on my bathroom today in order to remove the lovely urine-soaked drywall caused by Crazy Dog Lady upstairs. On Monday, I was told they would start today -- this morning -- and be done in two days. Tell me, oh math whizzes and home repair specialists: when a problem is scheduled to be solved in two days, does that involved the actual "two days" from when it is due to be started, thus taking into account the ridunkulously long delays to actually begin the project, or is it a more ephemeral "two days," suggesting that, yes, it could be finished in such short order, but instead, will drag on endlessly until we actually decide to do some work? Is the calculation based on the actual length of time the project will require, or how many days I will wait until they actually begin?

In any case, after tomorrow I am putting the Keelster on the case, as I'm heading out Thursday night to Denver again, and "stepping off the grid," as they say. Weekend plans include mountains and horseback riding and hot tubs and camping, with a 90% chance of lack of cell phone coverage, and at least two days without email. My hope is that I will come home to a shiny new bathroom -- or there will be hell to pay.

To quote another great poet, "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned." (Which is not, I was surprised to find out, a Shakespeare quote. Huh. I would have bet money it was.)