I sit here at the computer many times because I'm waiting. I wait for glue to dry. I wait for inspiration. I wait for the rain to pass so I can spray a finish. I wait for the water-soaked pavement to dry and the humidity to drop before spraying my desk. Sometimes I wait for wood to acclimate a few days (or more, depending on how paranoid I'm feeling about it) before planing and sawing into shape. I wait for contact cement to reach that perfect level of dryness for maximum bond strength. I wait for stain to dry it's suggested time, and then wait a couple more hours, "just in case". I wait near the end of the day to start anything big, as I don't do well late in the day; I'm a morning doer. I wait to have a beer until AFTER I'm done using power equipment for the day, but that's ok, as I don't need to drink more one beer a day anyway. I wait for answers on the Wreck to help with an immediate problem, and am rarely disappointed. I wait for the little heater to warm up the shop when I need 65 degrees to apply oil based poly (4 coats). I wait for the poly to dry enough between coats so as not to load up the sandpaper with those annoying clumps called corning. I wait for my blood sugar to climb back up to a safe range after eating to counteract an insulin reaction. I wait for my dog to do her business in the back yard so she won't wander into the planter boxes, getting muddy. I wait for her in vain when she asks to go outside, only to chase the squirrels; not to relieve herself. I waited for the moment when it was inevitable that I call my ex at work to tell her it's time to put our beloved 16 year old cockapoo to sleep within the next hour, as she was failing fast. and I wait for the vet hospital to call me with the news that her ashes are ready for pickup. I'm always waiting for something...
Life was simpler when all I waited for was Christmas!
dave