I made the comment that it was almost two o’clock,
and my wife asked if I had to be somewhere.
It was true, I didn’t have any meeting
scheduled with the President of the United States
for he had his own advisors and probably didn’t
need any help from me, even though my opinions
were free and at least I thought they were important,
and I didn’t have anything scheduled with the
local trash collector on why he didn’t pick up our
garbage last week, and I’m sure he didn’t want to
hear about my complaints, even if they were true.
Little did my wife remember that it was past
my usual nap time in my favorite recliner.
After all, I had to have my usual moments of
meditation, and how silly for her to forget that.