Today was scrupulously planned. I was going to ride some waves for an hour, finish building a new barn-style door for the guitar shop, gather materials for the next project, enjoy a fish reuben sandwich at a dockside cafe, and maybe, maybe take a nap.
Then, your wife loses her car keys at a parish picnic and, as the spare is 80 miles away, instead I'll drive her to work, get the spare key, turn around and return to her office, drive her to the private home where her car still sits, then return home to try to get something, anything really, accomplished before sundown. After over four hours of driving, that'll be a challenge.
I'm really glad the Malloy Mileage Tax hasn't been enacted, yet.