I woke up the morning of February 28th to learn that we were at war with Iran. The following poem begged to be born.

Last month, after a lengthy business trip, we arrived at the airport and had a 5-hour wait until our transportation would be available to take us home. Thankfully, we were able to park ourselves in comfy chairs inside the Delta Sky Club. Plenty of gluten-free options for me plus a healthy pour of complimentary Bordeaux kept me relaxed post-flight. At the airport bookstore, I had purchased two books plus a crossword puzzle magazine to keep me occupied for the afternoon. We had