Isn’t it always the way that you harness up the steeds to the carriage to head out on yonder trail to the Village Apothocary only to have some rapscallion of a newts underbelly do a bogus maneuver right in front of you! Not only does it cause your steeds to lurch, but it sets the Queen’s vapors in a tizzy! If only my trusty Wizard was with us, then the path would have been laiden full of rolly polly little puppies for all the young squires and maidens to frolic with!! Ah to dream!!!
Well once our jaunt ended at the Apothecary, we found that something was amiss!! What you say….
The vile unholy box that hath the words magically appear as one pounds upon some plastic slab filled with scribbles of some kind of how was it called … Numerals and alphabetics? Starts screaming and beeping all these sounds that the young maiden assisting the apothecarianist translated to us as meaning “the foul contraption at the other end is not communicating at this time”!!! SO after what should have been a 5 – 10 minute process becomes a 30 minute hesitation to our fully overloaded evening!!
Oh well alas the waiting ended and we were able to leave with our potions and pills, AND A GREAT DEAL on Corn of popping for $0.99 a large sack!
All I can say is – A perfect schedule is one that is set in sand, although it may be written in complexity detailing all facets of task, journey or leisure, by the time you’ve finished the detailing someone’s “Tail has already De-molished your plans! This leads me to tonight’s Royal Edict:- Make not a schedule of events, tasks and labors lest ye leave room for the agendas pre-established by pixies, sprites and imps to dismount your quest!!