Yeah. So you know that whole "stop and smell the espresso" stuff I wrote last time? It turned out to be a lot bigger than just a scheduling inconvenience. Betsy III (aka "Betsy the Tin Can") is no more. She gave out that day and despite my best efforts could not be revived.
And with that the emergency search for a car was on. Thank goodness for my sister and grandmother, both of whom went out of their way to help me out and tote me around. I missed the better part of two days of work getting everything straightened out, but it did all happen in the end.