The saga of my underleivered shelving packaging continues, but I will spare you the details, even of my "robust" response.
Suffice to say I am having to sepnd another morning waiting. According to Amtrak (I thought they ran a few express trains in the U.S of A, but Amtrak are (also?) the firm responsible for this delivery fiasco) the parcesl will arrive by midday.
Waiting. I forget what jobs I have to around the house, what phone calls I need to back (oops, better held back on those in case there is package-delivery related phone call.) All I can think of is what shopping I need to do, how nic it would be to go down to the sea... and the longer I wait, the less I think at all...
Waiting is the mother of apathy. Everything energetic and happy about me is on hold.
Well, only 42 minutes to go until I have to make another row.
