Patience...

..is a virtue I do not have in spades. Especially when I think the phone is about to ring and inform me that my friend who has taken ill and retreated to the hospital is, well, is anything but in that nebulous state of partial existence. I mean, obviously, I hope to find her well, but I hate being uninformed all the same. At the moment, I reconvince myself that no news is, in fact, good news, and endeavor to distract myself one way or another. It's not entirely easy, but it should be made simpler if and when other, less neurotically-inclined folk show up. Which, of course, accounts for the other phone call I'm waiting on, unsure if it'll ring at all.

Why can't absolutely everything of any importance happen within fifty meters of me at all times? WHY?