T - 20 hrs

I've been jetting about the ROC its 'burbs today; I was in fine form at the Pittsford Public Library. I arrived 2 minutes before closing and met their skeptical stares with the proclamation: "I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT I WANT[1]." Out by nine. It would have helped had there been some indication that the library holdings had wandered to a warehouse a half-mile down the street. I braved entering Starbucks (for the second time ever) to ask what they'd done with it. I also bought gasoline for my GTI for, I think, the first time this year.

I once missed a plane out and consequently stayed in Berkeley for another year; I might be sorely tempted to do the same next week.

[1] András Török's Budapest: A Critical Guide (Pittsford: 914.391 TOR)