I've been having a nostalgic-for-Calvin-and-Hobbes streak, and this felt particularly appropriate today:

There are those days when the list of items you have to get done gets longer, and the list of checks you have to write to various sources multiplies like frisky bunnies. And those days when you find out a whole new batch of things you need to get for your new apartment because the ones you have are going with the other person.

And you can't help but wonder why things can't just go smoothly. Why the plans you made several years back still seem like such good ideas but in practicality were at best disappointments and at worst disasters. And maybe they wouldn't have been disasters if you'd been a little wiser at the time. But then again, you couldn't have been wiser at the time unless you went through the disaster in the first place. So are you better off for having gone through it? Probably, even if it still sucks.

All this is to say, you just never know. The old Yiddish adage: Man plans, God laughs.

At least there's free Shakespeare in the Park.