Today I got a fresh, early start (i.e. before noon) on the day. I planned to spend long productive hours at the coffeeshop working on my literature reviews, getting organized and on top of things- I plan to do that just about everyday, but today was really going to be the day. I drove over to the landlord's office to drop off our rent. Gone from the car for less than a minute, I returned to my little Civic to zip off to Flightpath. But it didn't start. Just a feeble sound and some clicks. My cell phone was at home, charging. It was hot out, I had a bag with me weighing at least 15 pounds with laptop and associated papers and books. And as a seasoned procrastinator I needed every hour left in the day - so wasting time on unplanned events was sort of a problem.

To cut to the chase, after spending a long time on a pay phone on the side of a building with no shade, my friend KB rescued me and waited with me for an hour for the tow truck to arrive, and when all was said and done 2 and 1/2 hours of the day were wasted and I was a bit of a nervous wreck. I finally made it to Flightpath, and am writing this to debrief and un-hyper myself so i can get on with the day. KB totally rocks and not only did she drop everything to come to my rescue, but she lent me her old car that she's trying to sell. I hope the day isn't a total loss. Seems like a lot of pressure to put on myself - (!) The coffeeshop is playing Mazzy Star. I feel dreamy all of a sudden...