I'll admit it. I'm not the most patient person in the world. In fact, the act of waiting is near the list of my top least favorite activities of all time (see also: touching butter, picking up cockroaches with wadded up toilet paper, and listening to a radiator pop and hiss).
Sadly, this February is challenging my sanity with marathon events of waiting. Waiting for warmer weather. Waiting for work projects to slow down. Waiting for the Olympics to end (love them though I may) so I can get my life back. Waiting for the bus. Waiting for the phone to ring.
Is distraction the only medication for waiting?