Day Eight. Des Moines, Again, Unnaturally.

I'm STILL in Des Moines. Anyone want to fly out and drive back home with me? I sure could use the company. I'll pay for your flight!

Wait...me driving would mean I have a car. I don't. Not a word from BMW. It's 10:30am. They've had the car since Saturday, but no working hours yesterday, of course.

I still feel really tired. I woke up a few times during the night with my stomach in a knot. I was thinking about what will come to pass today. It's D-day. I'm assuming the car will be "done" at some point and I'm going to stay here until tomorrow to have time to drive around town and see if the car may behave for awhile.

I'm going to turn tail and go home. I can't take the stress any more and even though I KNOW I can rent a car, leave mine here, drive to Reno, then drive it back, then get my car and drive home, that does not appeal to me at all. The rental can break down, too and yes, I know they will replace it with another car, will they HAVE rental cars in the middle of nowhere, Wyoming or Utah? I'm sorry, but I'm not up for putting myself at risk, too. If I had a break down, I would be on my own and who knows what sort of "helpful" stranger will come to my rescue.

I know I can fly there and leave my car here. I know I can take a train from Ottumwa or Osceola. I can probably get some sort of bus, walk, wagon train. I want to go home. I'm done. I failed. I don't care. I just want this to be over. I'll re-group and figure out how to get out to Reno another day.