My mother-in-law used to play scrabble a lot. When asked if she enjoyed it, her reply was “Well, it passes the time.” I used to think it a strange thing to say. She was in her eighties after all, and what was she waiting for? on weeks like this, when all sorts of problems arise, I am pleased to remember the old adage that Everything passes in time.
I suppose it is better than We'll all be dead in a hundred years.