I am not good at waiting.  I fidget.  I invent disaster scenarios—Giant Ant Invasion?  Tornado?  Worldwide shortage of chocolate?  I read or wander around or do puzzles or pretty much anything to reduce the number of times I check in on whatever it is I am waiting for:  Is it done yet?  Is it time yet?  How about now?

Sometimes this is useful.  Chores get done while I wait for breakfast to cook.  I do most of my reading in the car waiting for T. to get out of school.

Unfortunately, some things take whatever time they take.  As challenging as it was to wait for the babies to come, I did know they would show up eventually.  Clarity may or may not ever show up.  Some messages never get answers.  Some problems await solutions indefinitely.

Pass the crosswords, please.