Now nobody can go to lunch until the pooh-bah comes around. Oh, and they keep calling him by his title. “Sir” so-and-so. I can’t tell if this is a joke or not. I hope it is. I’m not calling anybody “sir”, not that I should have to call him anything. I ought to just have to say “hello”. Which means that, if the K-bird were here, I could just go to lunch and leave her here in my chair. She can see “hello”, at least, sort of.

Which reminds me, I hope I brought some crackers.