On Time is Late

I can’t stand to be late for anything, even by a minute.

My wife is biologically incapable of being on time for anything.

This morning we have errands to run, I told her I’d like to leave for them by quarter of eight- just a few minutes after we put The Narrator on the bus for school.

It is 8am and I am writing a blog post so I don’t pace the floor and get yelled at while I wait.

Side note- if she ever reads this post, if could be my last. It’s been a pleasure knowing you all.

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