The phone was ringing as he taxi drew up, answering it quickly, James said, “soory mate, no time to chat, or I will be late, call you later!” not bothering to note who the caller was. He grabbed his coat and the keys that lay on the bureau, and ran for the door with his jacket flapping as he rushed through the door, and ran towards the cab, now at the curb. The meeting has been scheduled, and he had to be there or else, was the advice of his boss. But his day was busy, and it seemed his workload was without end. No time for lunch, it too would have to be missed. No time to get a meal, nor time for a quick snack. The meeting went well, all would agree, but no time to ponder, there were clients to see. His life was a mess, no time for himself. He had to change jobs, he was certain of that. He needed a wife, he’d soon make care of that. He had no idea when he could schedule that in, for his life was chaotic, and in a terrible spin. Moral of this story... A Rolling Stone Gathers No Moss!