I am, apparently, the most-wanted woman on at least three continents — maybe four — and all I want to do is to attend to the business I must attend to on ONE.
Water, juice, champagne?
Can I have some tea, please?
Tea, really, Meredith? Did you just ask for tea?
Right now, I just want what I want. Which is a cup of tea, and a bit of reading about something that is not some sort of regulatory acronym, followed by ten hours of sleep and to wake up with the ability to tend to THE REST of the things on my plate.