Do you know how many times I’ve been late for anything.

Zero!

I’m never late. I’m also never on time. I am one of those people who arrive early, drive around the block a few times, then sit in the car, and wait for the appointed time.

I’m an early bird.

Ken knows this about me, accepts me, and humours me. I’m lucky — he doesn’t give me shit when I’ve got my shoes on, and am tapping my toes, and drumming my fingers 15 minutes before it’s time to leave.

I was the first to arrive at every class I taught over the years. If I wasn’t;  it was because I wasn’t in charge of my transportation.

If I say I will do something or be somewhere at a given time — you can count on me to show up — early.

So you can only imagine how my heart was racing last night when I realized the dinner I was cooking for the shelter was going to be — LATE!!!!!

Typically, I was prepped and ready hours before I needed to be. Cakes had been baked, the salad was chopped and dressed, and I had two giant pans of chicken rice casserole assembled and waiting to be put in the oven.

Dinner would be ready and delivered to the shelter by 6pm!

Except… time got away from me. I got side tracked. I didn’t turn on the oven and when I finally did – I was LATE!!!!!

Not by a lot, but still — LATE!

Finally, everything was ready — we loaded the car and had our seat belts on at 6:09 pm, the shelter is 6 minutes away.

Dinner arrived at 6:15.

Guess what?

No one cared.

Do you know how many times I’ve been late for anything.

Once!