And this is the time of year that I usually am cleaning and restocking the camper, making plans for upcoming trips. But the camper is for sale and the new one isn't here yet. So that's in limbo, too.
Then there is the weather. I am usually full of plans and energy to work in the yard at this time of year. But this year, in spite of the fact that winter did not put in its usual "LOOK AT ME!" center-stage appearance, spring is around the corner and apparently determined to stay there. It seems that every time the sun peeks out, the rain pushes it out of the way. And the wind is relentless.
So I wait. And try to use the time constructively, but I am not a patient person. I am doing a Beta read for another writer and part of the story revolves around a character who is waiting seven months to be tried for murder. I guess things could be worse.