Patience may be a virtue

... but it isn't one of mine.

Sometimes I get very frustrated with my online life, which is substantial. I spend a lot of time online writing in various forums and bboards and whatnot, plus reading up on my latest health issue (there's always a latest health issue, I've been reading about primary biliary cirrhosis because it would seem I may be at risk, given the other problems I've had), not to mention opinion pieces and other people's journals and all sorts of stuff. Have to keep the brain occupied, you know.

I sent an email off to my boss this morning saying I'm ready to go back to work, but haven't heard from him yet. I'm restless because I would love to be doing some work right now but don't have any... except, of course, my own (like cleaning and putting away laundry, etc etc) but I don't want to do that kind of work, I want to do work-work.

I should go work on banging out another column or two. I realize I made a mistake in the last one by not including a reminder for people to send me their questions or recipes to convert -- so far, no correspondance. Sigh. Oh well, there's always next month, and it's probably a good thing because there is plenty of stuff I could be doing. At least the web site is looking good. I think so, anyway...

It's totally overcast and drizzly today, with the occasional downpour. It's just weird. I don't know whether or not it's the weather or just having the stuff around, but we totally pillaged the gift basket this afternoon. The only saving grace is that all the servings of each thing are so small. Still, altogether I ate the chocolate covered macadamias (mmmm), 2 tiramisu chocolates and an Lindt truffle ball. I did share with DD and DS2. Then we broke into the almond cookies (way too sweet for me, but DD likes 'em) and I made myself a cup of the cinnamon tea, which tastes exactly like regular old black tea to me... oh well. I'm glad the stuff is gone now, and the stuff that remains doesn't tempt me too much.

The thing is getting to me just now is that email is such an imprecise way of communicating. Right now it doesn't seem much better than putting a note in a bottle and throwing it in the ocean and hoping the tide will take it where it needs to go. I know that's ridiculous, I just hate waiting around for an answer I want now.