Things were fairly well under control, but, prying up a sprinkler head to raise it higher in the flower bed, I broke a plastic joint. Driving to the store to replace it, the constant-velocity joints in my Volkswagen began to cluck and quack. They might have broken altogether. Now I am sitting on the corner at the auto repair shop waiting for my wife to pick me up and I have no idea if she’ll come, for she didn’t answer the phone when I called and left a message. When subject to conditions you can’t control, work with what you’re given. There’s an art to waiting. Even chance is subject to failure.