For the first time since arriving in Swaziland, I was angry today. Time is approached very differently here, as in much of the world. I have always approached this with patience. I may be annoyed, confused, concerned, or upset, but never angry. I usually have all the time in the world. But today, I was legitimately stood up. Today, I was angry. 

I fumed for only a half hour or so and then took out the rest of my steam on the errantly growing grass surrounding my garden. 

And then I treated myself to an evening of love from Rumi’s poems ever so nicely juxtaposed with revenge from Quentin Tarantino.