Why on earth do so many things on this planet involve waiting?
I hate waiting for anything, and although considered to be a most patient soul, this seems to be changing as I grow older.
Long, lonely hours of wondering and waiting, trying not to hope too much for the best, but you already know which list you belong to.
Even as a child, I had trouble waiting for anything. I would dig up seeds to see what was happening, so I hope I have improved with age.
Doctors’ appointments are the worst. I made an appointment yesterday, 12th September.
My new appointment, 15th October. Chances are, I might forget what I wanted to ask by then.
If I need urgent help, I can speak to the duty doctor at any time, but this doesn’t help much if I need reassurance, not emergency care.
You would think I would be good at waiting by now, wouldn’t you? Being an author means sometimes waiting forever for a book to be finished.
Speaking of writing a book, something I thought I was getting too old to do, I had an interesting visit from my favourite character, Detective David Snow.
I now have this idea for a story that won’t leave me alone…
Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes 
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