If I'd been hoping my sojourn in the coffee shop would jar something loose from my brain, I was sorely disappointed. I sat back down at the telecom—trying to convince my body and brain that it was time to get back to work—but then I just stared at it for a good five minutes. To meet a king ... how do you go about it? And, more to the point, how do you do it fast! The telecom beeped, and I jumped so hard I almost sent the chair over backward. I glared at the screen. Yes, the icon told me it was an incoming call . . . despite the placard on the wall over the unit saying no incoming calls. I blinked at it.