Darlings, there I was, drifting through yet another boring, boring, boring meeting. It was very early (I’m pretty sure it was that “morning” thing people are always gassing on about so enthusiastically) and I was not the laserbeam of mental focus I might have been. I suddenly realized that one of the corporate sponsors from our big hoohah last month was regaling the table with very nice things about me and the agency I work for. Fawning, in a word. I suspect other members of the committee who work for other, lesser entities, wanted terribly to explain I was not the big shot genius this guy had mistaken me for, but fortunately, the meeting moved on before they could quite figure out how to do so.