Hell froze: I was late. O. and I had twenty minutes to kill because we were early so I decided we’d just take the subway over the bridge and turn around and come back. Of course that takes forever because the trains are slow on the weekend. As O. would say these days, Oopsies! Still, I was impressed that after I texted D. we’d be 10 minutes late, we ended up precisely 10 minutes late, which is a kind of being on time. Then we spent the next five hours watching college basketball.