Because you asked for it!

Well, no, you didn't, but I'm going to tell you anyway.

I made a call this evening. One in a long series of calls that almost certainly would end with something like this:

Booger:"We'll have it to you tonight... in one hour."
Me: >sigh< "okay."

And it did.

I would like to have mentioned that this tale had some happy ending, that I now had a vital piece of equipment that I've been longing for these past two months, that my children are now reasonably incapable of injuring themselves in my house, and that I'd stopped reading the Series of Unfortunate Events.

Sadly, most of that is not true.

I have, still, an open piano from which a small child might extract a key and strike anyone within range before I call out "no," whereupon he immediately cries and makes me feel guilty about taking a blunt instrument from him.

And I'm still reading Lemony Snicket books.

Oh, and the damn cover for my piano isn't here.

The past week and a half has consisted primarily of phone calls with the shop that has our cover.

I get this:

"We'll have it to you in two days."
"We'll install it in the morning."
"He went on a trip to Chicago, something about a warehouse and Truman Capote. He won't be back until Monday."
"I mean Tuesday."
"He told me where it was, but I didn't take notes."
"He should be here in an hour."
"He should be here any second... I'll have him call you back."

2 hours pass, and here I am typing on my computer. I think my cover was actually involved in a time travel incident and can be found next to a picture of Kate Winslet on the bottom of the Atlantic.