If you have read a few of my entries, you know that I take the messages the universe sends on cups and in cookies, on billboards and banners personally.

This one from lunch at the Oxford Spa seemed prescient:


Slow is not an adequate word for service at the Spa, by the way. We're talking time in the geological sense here. Epochal.

I went with a friend, and we ordered two sandwiches. There were four people behind the counter, and four in the restaurant who'd already been served, and just the two of us at the counter ordering. Which set the glacier in motion.

But I don't want to dwell on it. I had time while waiting to go through the whole Kübler-Ross thing seventeen times. I'm over it.

Were the sandwiches worth it? Well, when you consider that Homo sapiens has been around about 200,000 years, and the species had to wait until the 18th century to get one (at least one that wasn't made with matzo), our wait wasn't too bad.

And our little message in a bottle gave us strength to carry on.