I went to bed Sunday thinking I would move next Wednesday. Then I had a productive day at my downtown office yesterday. Then, as I was walking to the train, I got a note that despite me saying repeatedly, for the last six weeks, "I cannot move on the 24th," my buyers want to close on the 24th, because their painters will be here the morning of the 25th.
What a coincidence! My painters will be at my new place next Tuesday morning, and now they get the added fun of maneuvering around my furniture.
Sigh.
But Mousie, thou art no thy-lane,
In proving foresight may be vain...