Time for a Meeting
Around halfway through last week (it may have been Wednesday/may have been Thursday) I was checking my calendar and it suddenly dawned on me that we are in mid-April already.
My first thought was to dismiss this as a simple consequence of my general busyness and over-enjoyment of the fine weather. But then I thought, if anything, I’ve been less busy over the past few months. And the weather has only been good for a few days. And you know, even if I had been flat-out busy-in-the-sun all this year, mid-April is a ridiculous date to be at so soon. In fact, I’m looking at the date now and it says LATE April.
What the hell!
Anyway, I decided I need to get to the bottom of this, so on Friday I made a few phone calls, called in a favour and tomorrow I have a lunch meeting with old Father Time.
I know! I can hardly believe it either.
The annoying thing is that he insisted on this really expensive restaurant and I think he’s expecting me to pay. I guess Time don’t come cheap.