Waiting for Joseph?

Within the next four hours, my Pilates equipment will be delivered.  That means that I may have to wait around, fidgeting, for four hours.  Theoretically, the fidgeting is optional, but I know myself.

I can get a lot done in four hours.  I expect I probably will get a lot done.  The thing is, I will be on the edge of distraction the whole time—is that the delivery?  How about now?  That makes sitting at my computer more difficult than usual.

Worst case, I suppose I finish the laundry and play about a million games of FreeCell.