hurry up and wait, the way my life seems to be right now.  so many things i would like to do, books to read and places to go.  days off are filled with chores and the restless anticipation that one might experience before starting a new project.  shelves dusted, floors vacuumed and bathrooms scrubbed; laundry washed and folded and placed in drawers.  appointments kept and classes attended and finally time for me.  only it is too cold to work in the garden and right now, no book is waiting to be written.  weather must change and negotiations must settle.  time now to wait, what’s the hurry anyway?