Dear Magic, I have witnessed you many times in my life. But you do keep me guessing. You always hold out until the very last minute. Just before I hit my breaking point. I wait. Then I wait some more. The phone does not ring when expected. The decision never comes on the day promised. The results take longer than guaranteed. The worry sets in. The doubt becomes greater. Confident assumptions lessen. Conclusions are questionable. Opinions seem unrealistic. Suspicions feel more real. Fooliness begins to creep in. Then the magic happens. Always.