The plan kept changing.

First I thought: very early Friday, I’ll make the run. But the synthesis of a managed local oil change, and a desperate need for sleep changed that. Then, maybe, after … ? No.

I woke Saturday thinking again I was heading out. But.

First I realized that the one place closed at one, of a Saturday. Dammit. Suddenly right after: Oh. Well fuck. Monday is a holiday and there won’t be work and
Maybe the place’ll be open?

I still don’t actually know for sure. But it took all the pressure off.

I don’t know if pressure-off is the right thing.

Yet it is the thing.

Sunday remakes itself.