I'm not even out of town yet, and already my first delay. Been clamoring the last few days to get everything completed for my year abroad, and was well on-track to do so, when I get a call today saying that my new departure date is now the 19th. I've got another week's grace period. Some document from my long ago past needed to be approved, and (of course) the person to do that is on vacation.
I'm not complaining, though. I had originally asked for two-weeks notice to get things wrapped-up, and only got one. The universe trumped the human plan though, and granted me seven more days.
Funny how that works.
"Universe - if you're listening - I'd really like to win Powerball this week. Thanks!"