I wake up at 4:30 and realize that the guy selling the diaries did it right, for him. He's not selling them as diaries, he's selling them as collectables for the news and entertainment newspaper clippings that are in them. I likely will not get them.

I don't realize I have drifted off when BB gets up. It is 7:15.

I call the shop in the morning ... THEY will call ME when the parts come in. Still by 1 PM I am calling them again. At 2 PM they still do not have the parts, so we reserve the room for another night. A few minutes later they call and say the parts are in.

... another half hour and they call back. They got SOME of the parts. At that point we don't know if they were shipped in separate (lost) packages or if the bus company didn't ship them.

Thinking we would be gone by tonight, we walked next door to the Cafezoni and had a repeat of Mondays meal ... plus soup. I didn't need the extra food. I am stuffed.

There is now a good likelyhood that we will be here for the weekend. We have 6 hours of just driving. Plus an hour of stops. Plus the time at the wash, so about 8 hours. The bus place closes at 5 PM. So we have to be out of here before 9 AM and the repair shop doesn't open until 8 AM.

Called bus dispatch to give them an update. That's all they want to know, where I am.

We walked down the street to get pizza from the pizza truck. They weren't there. BB looked on line and their site said something about being in a specific town today. I guess they are there instead.

We end up ordering oriental instead. I should have taken pictures. Each to go container was full to the top. BB ate half of hers and I ate about a third of mine. Mine was pretty good, chicken, sause and rice. BB had the peanut chicken, not as good.