That's what I felt like this morning. Mr. kenju doesn't 'entertain' often, but when he does, everthing has to be perfect. Some men from his pipe and tobacco club are here this morning to stuff envelopes, apply stamps and address stickers. They are discussing the state of the world (not good) and their lives in general (boring, I suspect), while preparing for their annual pipe and tobacco expo, and nothing, nothing I tell you! is more important (to mr. kenju) than that expo. Life has to be put on hold from now until the date in April, when they will gather to share their tobacciana wares, and indulge in good-ole-boy camaraderie.
The coffee had to be ready and hot, the creamer and sugar bowls easily accessible, and very soon, I will need to plate the delicatessen foods I bought yesterday - all Boar's Head (is there another brand?? He won't eat anything else.) There is low-salt ham, rare roast beef, salami and imported swiss cheese, dill pickles, chips, potato salad, lettuce and sliced tomatoes, rye bread and some of those new-fangled thin breads for sandwiches.
Don't you wish you were me?