I hate being late.  I am the person who has to be on time or starts to panic and freak out and has to take really deep breaths if I think I may be even one minute late.  Weird- I know.  I arrive to interviews at least 30 minutes before and you can imagine how much time I spend in airports- good god, the mere thought of arriving for a flight that departs in less than an hour makes me itchy.  I blame my father as he suffers from the on-time sickness as well.  We abide by the rule that you are only on-time if you arrive at least 5 minutes before you are supposed to be there (and lets face it, 5 minutes is clearly not enough- better make it 10).  Anything later than that is just unacceptable.

As you can imagine, I spend a lot of time waiting for people.  It happens.

However, I am very late in starting a blog.  This fact makes me nervous and a bit overwhelmed as everyone else is so experienced and has pages of archives as testimony to their writing prowess.   But I guess you have to start somewhere.  So here I am.  A little late but arrived nonetheless.  Phew!