So sorry, we are late.

But you did not know what time you were expected!

We did know what time it was somewhere else.

There is always a “then” and a truth to be told.

We kept the papers, and decided to fold.

Don’t do it.

But find another way.

We danced down the aisles of the GiantSuperSplendidMarket.

No products to show, monkeys and shoppers to go.

We eat we defeat, we relive glories of greatness and create miraculous sparks of spittle.

We are considering the length of spaghetti in the engineering of formula Y.

Some things deserve a break, and uncooked pasta, well you know…it breaks easily.

Our garden has no gnome, thankfully, but it has a season.

Time and tide are no ingredient in our miracle recipe.

Hail to the next lesson, and the next…and so on, forever.

We are gathered here today….to wait.

There is a technique to waiting.

One thing that helps you get pleasantly through what seems to be an odious experience is to help and soothe others.

Ask why they’re waiting, how long so far, and suchlike. Amazing conversations often ensue.

Another, is to find a good seat!

I sank into the plush cushions, it was an endless-seeming journey.

Five waiters, a conference organizer and a concierge could not convince me to elevate and wander out of the lobby, of course, they were otherwise occupied.

I watched, waited, eavesdropping on the long-married couple who had centuries of experience it seemed.

Two cognacs later it became obvious that I was now a resident.

A tour bus passed the bubbling glass windows. Apparently you could see everything for thirty nine small pieces of gold and three hours of your time.

Everything!