Waiting

I know that 95% of you lovelies are already aware of this, but I'm going to address it briefly anyway. I'm moving into my own apartment next weekend. I love my partner-in-crime but I am so excited to have my own space again! However, a couple things have to happen between now and next week. I have to paint the apartment I am moving into, which will be fun. I always enjoy projects like that. I also need to finish packing, which I am strangely not really worried about. It'll happen, or it won't, whatever. I'm not moving *that* far away, so it's no biggie if a few things get left behind on moving day. But, most immediately, a friend is giving me a bunch of furniture, and we've got to move it. This afternoon. But, of course, complications arose with his storage unit, etc., so I have been sitting in his apartment waiting for him to get here for a good hour now. YAWN. I don't mind the waiting so much as the nagging feeling that I should be accomplishing something with this time. I hope that makes sense. There's just so much to get done, including a big freelance project, that I don't feel like I have the time to just sit around like this. But I can't really complain because my friend is being so generous with his belongings. So, I guess I'll just keep waiting. Maybe I'll go read a book or something.