It's Quiet---Too Quiet

WordGirl and I are preparing for our bifortnightly dinner party. Beethoven's 9th symphony is on the iPod, my patented Portuguese chili awaits the rise of the bread bowls, the cigars are steeped and the wine in the rack. We are ready.

Of course, nobody's showing up for 4 hours yet, so WG will spend the time cleaning things no one will see while I read a book in the study of palatial Teflon Manor.