“The best laid schemes o’ mice an’ men gang aft agley.”
― Robert Burns

This week, I had determined, would be busy but orderly. Nothing would crop up last minute, work would behave, and things would move along at a slow but steady pace.

And the universe, how she laughed.

“C., you darling, silly little creature, you know that’s not how this is going to go down,” I imagine it said with parental fondness.

Stupid universe.