WHAT???

I'm either cursed or someone has a voo-doo doll of me or something.  How many times can I plan to go get my bike, only to be turned away by something?  Let's see, I've been snowed out twice and now I have the Mucinex man living in my body.  I feel some better today, but the wind is blowing faster than Danica drives outside, so I don't feel like taking my snot-filled head and chest outside in it.  I'm to the point where I'm just going to get up one morning and show up in Lynchburg.  I can't plan anything.  I'm so frustrated!!!