After two weeks of frustration and worry, I finally got to hear the four words I've been dying to hear: "We have your bike."
I literally screamed I was so happy. My bike shop looked it over and everything seems to be fine. I begged a little and turned on the charm to convince them to let me pick it up today. The mechanic is putting it back together and I can get it after 5:30. I cannot wait. It ruins any hopes for Friday night plans but I don't care. Assuming all goes well I can do my brick outside tomorrow and enjoy this burst of beautiful weather we're having.
My motivation has suddenly returned.