Waiting for the Mail
I could finish the second church newsletter today if Pastor's page for it had come in the mail today. He put it in the mail on Tuesday from about five miles away from here. I thought surely it would be here today. I almost told him that I would drive over and pick up his letter and then I decided that getting it a day or two later wouldn't hold me up that much. Now I'm wishing I'd paid attention to my little voice that told me to make the trip to get the page. Meanwhile, I'll do other things while I wait for that page.












It's kind of like the "watched pot" theory, isn't it?
Carl was cooking the other day, staring intently at the stove for what seemed like a long time.
I asked him what he was doing to which he said "Disproving science". ; )