I bought a box of white-chocolate fortune cookies in the clearance cart of the floral department of our local Safeway yesterday. Ummm.  We have luxuriated in nibbling them, both with hot tea or coffee and without.  I particularly have savored the fortunes enclosed.  This morning my cookie said, “It’s OK to slow down and smell the roses.” OK.  But, how?  How can one slow down? Particularly in light of achieving the fortune I opened yesterday, “In your old age, you will enjoy comfort and material prosperity.”  I’m old.  I’m old.  Bring it on.