waiting ... waiting ...

In retrospect, I guess it was a stupid plan

Yesterday someone called and said she'd stop by this morning around 9, for an exchange of goods. I said fine, that I'd be up ... still in my shorts/t-shirt jammies, but hey. She said she'd call if she couldn't make it. I said fine. I'm flexible. I'm in no hurry.

I was up at 7 this morning, but don't usually exercise/shower until I've gotten all the children fed and all that ... so I drank my coffee and waited while kids straggled down.

By the time almost 9 rolled around, I didn't want to be exercising or in the shower when the lady came, so I waited.

Now it's almost 10 and I'm still waiting. I guess I could start exercising and just stop, and answer the door all sweaty ... but I'd rather not. If I had just exercised and showered at 8, I would've been done and fresh and clean and shiny to answer the door.

But the later it gets, the more likely I'll be interrupted if I start, or worse yet miss her while I'm in the shower.

So I'm just sitting here, stalling, waiting to see whether she comes or not.

Getting hungry, too.

I don't like to eat right before exercising, so I was planning to eat afterwards.

I hope she comes soon.

Or calls to say she's not coming.

Waiting ...

Waiting ...