(I'm thinking of adopting 'Holy Crap' as my middle name, BTW. Seems like life is always sneaking up and surprising me...)
This time, the Holy Crap is for Vermont Sheep and Wool, which I thought was next weekend. It's this weekend.
Which means I have to go tomorrow, or I won't get to go at all.
Use it or lose it, so to speak.
A goodly portion of Vermont is currently flooded and impassible.
What the hell. As long as it's not raining crocodiles and elephants when I get up in the morning, I'll be headed out, Google map in hand.
Hopefully Google won't try to route me through Ohio this time...