(Another) Day of Waiting

Waiting is not my forte. I'm sure I've mentioned that before. Today I was waiting for a FedEx package that I had to follow up on right away, and I thought I'd have to sign for it so I didn't want to leave. I went to the grocery store at 7:30 this morning, feeling pretty certain delivery wouldn't be attempted before 8:00. It wasn't. I kept checking -- which I don't think made anything happen faster -- and cleaned my floors and baked cookies, in that order, which may not have been the smartest thing to do. So after I finished baking, I quickly ran the mop over the floors again. At least they were already mostly clean. And now I have snickerdoodles and chocolate chip cookies to take to my son for Christmas, as well as another kind he had thought might be good: chocolate chip cookies without the chocolate chips. They aren't good; they're gross. But at least now he'll know (or maybe he'll like them).

So on and on I went throughout the day, taking care of business and wishing the envelope would arrive so I could take care of that business. Finally around 3:30, I went out for the mail and almost tripped over the package. I had checked about a half hour before, so I know it wasn't there long, but still the delivery person could have knocked! My car is in the driveway, which should be a good indicator that I'm home. And even if it isn't, how hard is it to knock when he's (or she's) already at the door? I think, not very. At least I found it in time to go to the bank and take care of other related errands before 4:00 (when the cutoff time is at the bank). And since I was going to be up that way (although I would have gone even if it was out of the way), I went by Walgreens and took cookies to my amazing pharmacy staff. They are always so pleasant and kind, and they greet me by name when I go in or drive through the, um, drive-thru. I tell them all the time how much I appreciate them, but I thought cookies might say it better. They popped out from behind the counter to give me hugs. It was so nice I thought we all might cry.

I'm still feeling a sting from what I wrote about/didn't write about last night, but I am making a choice to be happy and do nice things instead of dwelling on the little bit of bad in my life. There is so much good!