My poor, broken camera was supposed to be coming home from the camera hospital yesterday. And yesterday was seven days after the hopeful discharge date. "The 14th at the latest," said the message on my machine. Like a little girl seeing her pony again, I showed up at the camera shop bright and early at the Camera Shop, eager for our reunion. Sorry, they told me. It's not here. The parts haven't been shipped from Nikon and we don't know when they will be.
Sigh. Shoulders slump.
Well, offered the lady, it's nothing fancy, but you can borrow my camera if you have an event or something. Do you have an event?
Oh, I thought. Only my life.