B (who from here on out shall be the University Administrator) reported that she's singularly unsexy today, recovering, as she is, from a cold. She wouldn't cancel, but I did. We rescheduled for Monday. Too bad.
In our first chat, I had told her a tale in which I would pick her up in a car for "lunch," and an hour later, she'd return to work all tousle-haired. The fantasy was more elaborate and detailed.... But we were headed toward fulfilling the fantasy today, when she got sick.
Monday feels a long way off.