An Event

Two tables over from the place in Panera where I am working this morning–hi-ho, hi-ho, they are planning an event:

“Dick said he didn’t know pickles and potato chips were important.
They are!”

“They were chocolate covered nuts, and they were delicious. I have been eating one or two a day just to make them last. Just one or two, and that was enough.”

You can, of course, see why it has been impossible for me to concentrate. Perhaps the event they are planning is a (surprise?) party for the more or less completed draft of Chapter Four later this month, in which case, I should resolve to work elsewhere for the next two weeks.