Why oh why didn't I just come home this afternoon? Why did I have to have Tom look at the bumper of my car, and the air filter and all sorts of other stuff? Why didn't I just get in, start driving and go home? Because I was destined to sit in traffic for 2 fucking hours!!!
I did a fair amount of reading, since I didn't move much so that was a good thing. Started a new book, the second Bridget Jones novel which I hadn't known existed...