Several weeks ago, I got a call from a lady I know telling me about a booth opportunity at her church's outdoor craft fair. I said I would think about it and get back to her. A week or so later, she called again, VERY INSISTENT, saying they had another PC consultant who could take my spot if I didn't want it. So I dutifully dropped off my $20 after confirming that my recruiter had a canopy I could borrow. Found out two days before the fair that the canopy was far, far away ... and efforts to find another one were in vain! Meanwhile, my roomate was having cervical fusion surgery. Said roomate was due home on Friday, but a friend was supposed to come over on Friday night and Saturday morning, day of the craft fair. Well, roomate came home, at 9:30 a.m. I had a doctor's appointment, so I rushed out, convinced that the friend would be there any moment. I called as I was leaving the dr to see if he wanted anything at the store where I was dropping off a prescription. He said it would be great if I could pick up some soup. So I went to the pharmacy, dropped off the script, and looked at the ad. Then I went towards the door to call to discuss possible grocery items. Turns out my friend had FALLEN. The surgeon's secretary had been less than helpful to say the least. So we went to the hospital for X-Rays. It took over 5 hours to find out everything was where it should be. Meanwhile, the friend (suprise, surprise) had flaked out, to make a long story short. I had to leave for work and felt terrible doing so. Meanwhile, I was not able to go by one friend's house to pick up a card table and was not at work, where another friend was supposed to drop one off after work. So not only do I not have a tent to protect me from possible rain, I have NO TABLES. And meanwhile, I have no reason to believe the friend who was supposed to come over will NOT flake again, so bottom line ... can't leave Roomie home alone all day. Look what happened when I left for just 2 hours? Oh ... and I figured out why all of this is freaking me out so much. My mom, when she had her car accident a decade ago, basically died of a broken neck. And that's how I have construed this surgery. I was thinking they took out vertebrae and replaced them with other ones ... turns out it was the discs that were replaced with bone. AUUUUUGGHHH! What a waste of money that was! At least I get to sleep in tomorrow. And at least I can rest comfortably knowing that no other consultant is breaking ground on the market I'd tried so hard to cultivate!