I don’t wait well.   Ask my family or friends.  I pace.  I look out the windows.  I know that my dogs will bark if a car even slows down, but that somehow does not matter to my brain.  I get agitated.  I sit outside in my truck just before the appointed time when someone is coming to meet me and go somewhere.  I get out.  I walk around.  I go inside and check or double check my answering machine.  It is stupid, but I somehow cannot stop it.

I come from a family known to be poor on waiting.  Must be genetic……we blame a lot of things on genetics it seems, but I know there is a lot to it.

Back to waiting for that return phone call –