In the Dark Count’s throne room, plans are made.

A fool arrives, delivers and is detained.

An Admiral drops a map.

Unbowed, the BentOne Commander takes count.

There is in waiting a calm annoyance that troubles even stately minds.

The unknown can be addressed with certainty but remains robed in future waiting.

And the common players to their stations take and with quiet reserve pause to hear their call to stage.

Take count, study the map, assess the plans and yourself your own forecasts do to make with patience opportuned.

Soon.

Grandpa Jim