The Horrible Terrible No Good Very Bad Day

Yesterday was an absolutely awful day.
I got up really early (for me) to drive over to my class.  Google maps said is was a 2 hour and 24 minute drive to the class.  Google didn't tell me that the sun would be glaring so bad that I would not be able to read the signs and therefore I would miss the turnoff.  My sense of direction took over and I made three wrong turns.  I stopped and asked a nice woman how to get to the road my class was on.  She told me to turn around and go back the way I came.  I did.  Then there was road construction and I couldn't get through.
That is my worst nightmare, knowing where I need to go and not being able to get there.  I was late for my class.  It took three hours to get there.  Then I find out that the people who actually attend the guild meetings got the prestitching.  Then there weren't enough tables set up and I sat in the wrong place (the glue spraying table - which is a bad sign in itself).
The teacher was very nice.
The class was not what I expected.  I thought we were going to make a box.  No.  She handed out premade boxes.  (Paper mache boxes covered with wallpaper).  We only lined the box using manila folder and moire fabric.  There is a small bit of stitching of a band to hold scissors.  I managed to screw that up as I didn't understand the chart.  We tufted the bottom  liner and I broke two needles trying to do that.

The lunch was great.
We were done by 2:30 in the afternoon.
Great - I can get home early.
Oh no.
I get directions on how to get back to the highway and I actually manage to get there.  After only a few miles there was a backup.  I mean there was a BACKUP.  Miles of BACKUP.  Was there an accident?  What was going on?  It took an hour and a half to go 5 miles.  My head was ready to explode.  Everybody had to get off the highway.  I assume there was some construction going on.  I was afraid I was going to run out of gas right there on the highway.  I made it off the highway and got some gas.  I went next door to the gas station and got a hamburger.  I happen to hear someone ask how to detour.  Luckily(?) I heard what to do.  I had planned on trying to go the other direction.  So I follow the directions and everybody forced off the highway was on this two lane road going about 15 miles an hour. ARGH.  After a while the traffice sped up. I thought I would never get home.  It took over 5 hours of driving to finally get home.  I spend more time driving that I spent in class.
I am never doing that again.
I am very thankful to be in one piece and to be home.
Tomorrow is another day.
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