It was five o'clock pm. I was checking my schedule at work only to find out that 1. I was booked until 7:00 pm and 2. Marcus Mumford of Mumford and Sons was the last person scheduled. I was more upset about the former than I was excited about the latter. Turns out, Marcus was 15 minutes late, but eventually came in and after my negotiations around the speech therapist who wanted him to hear her beautiful singing voice and thus be discovered, I was able to ascertain that Marcus had trouble with his hand and was coming for pediatric physical therapy because the hand is one of the smaller parts of the body after all.
Oh, the things our brains dream up while we sleep.