Waiting

Like everyone, I suppose, I detest waiting. I plan my life to have as little blank wait time as possible. In the event that I am stuck waiting for someone or something I bring a book, or plot a story, or watch people, or have a discussion, some kind of planned activity. I seldom find myself twiddling my thumbs, but every once in awhile something catches me off guard and there I am, staring at a wall, waiting. It takes me less than fifteen seconds to find something interesting to think about, but it leaves me annoyed for at least an hour. Today I am waiting on Jo, my editor, again. (Sigh)