I am in the great city of Chicago. And right now I should be stepping into Scott's car and heading a mile uptown to have a drink or two with this man, whom, LIKE ALL RIGHT-THINKING AMERICANS, I greatly admire.
But after a five-hour meeting and the threat of a physical complaint that sometimes assails me when I am under stress (can you guess? I'm not going to tell), I've decided that going out tonight isn't in the cards.
IT IS A GREAT DISAPPOINTMENT TO ME, and, I'm sure, TO THE ROSEBUD PRIME.
But probably a boon to those who will be spending tomorrow with me in a 9 to 5 meeting.
AND YOU THOUGHT ACADEMIC MEETINGS WERE EASY.