Have you ever had one of those days in which everything went wrong?  And I do mean everything!  That happened to Renate, my personal assistant, and me yesterday.

I had an appointment in downtown Seattle, a visit with the fine people at Amazon, and Renate graciously volunteered to drive me.  We decided, because it was such a beautiful day, that we would take the ferry.  The schedule was perfect—only we had the summer schedule and not the winter one, so the ferry took off twenty minutes later than what we’d planned.  Thankfully, we had some cushion in the timing so we weren’t overly concerned.  A phone call to our hosts assured everyone we might be a few minutes late.

Then, while I was reading the driving instructions to Renate, she missed the freeway exit.  We took the very next one and became totally turned around.  Okay, we were momentarily lost in the big city in the International District.  Eventually we found our way and with our hearts pounding, pulled into the parking garage.  Naturally we had to circle to the very last floor before we located a spot.  With time ticking away we raced up to the lobby where we were to be met, only to discover we were in the wrong building! We tore out of there and raced to the correct one, which thankfully wasn’t far away.  We crashed into the lobby like wild women, gasping for air, our eyes darting in every direction for the woman who was to meet us.  After I caught my breath I had a wonderful time.  It was just one of those days.