Wednesday, July 23, 2003

My thoughts turned to you, gentle reader, while I wasted away at the airport for hours on end during the past two days. I promised to return on the 22nd, that is true, but with a delayed flight here, a canceled flight there–well, even CEO-class accommodations cannot weather the devilish designs of inclement lightning and rain.

“Were you in a foul mood?” you ask me.

Yes, dear reader, yes I was! But rest assured that no bile was directed toward you. In fact, just to keep things straight with you, I reserve ill will for alternating Fridays. And so I waited for hours, filled with wanderlust, wanting to talk with you. My epiphanies, longer epiphanies, medium revelations: All of these I wish to share with you in due time.

Good night for now!