Some days, nothing goes quite right. I have an appointment, and everything seems to conspire to prevent me from getting to it on time. My toothbrush isn’t charged and I have to find a manual one, I spill my coffee taking it out of the microwave, coffee lands on my shirt, and I have to change my clothing, and the phone rings with a call I have to take, just as I am about to leave. Then, of course, I hit all the lights along the way, and am headed toward my destination with