At lunch today I procured my copy of The Two Towers, extended version. It’s sitting here on my desk. It encloses 43 minutes of footage I’ve never seen. It encloses the answers to all the questions I’ve been asking myself since last December. It even encloses new, never-before-seen Pippinny goodness.

There’s a DVD player on my workstation. DVD, DVD player. A foot apart.

And they call me impatient. I am a bastion, a citadel, a fortress of fortitude and patience today.

But I’m going home at four, fer sure.