Praise then darkness, and creation unfinished

I've spent a lot of time lately sitting around waiting for people who didn't turn up during the promised time.

Last week it was a FedEx delivery that turned out not to have been sent after I wasted most of an afternoon. Today it was the intercom repair people. We were asked to be available to, presumably, let them look at our intercom boxes from 8 a.m. until 1 p.m. So I got up and dressed, instead of trying to get back to sleep (I woke up much too early). At 2:00, having heard and seen nothing, I found the super. No, they hadn't done the job and left without needing to come into my apartment: they aren't here yet.

So I went for a brief walk, and then came upstairs and made some scrambled eggs. I think I'm going to have to write off the possible afternoon nap as well. Feh.

I'm torn between observing that part of the problem is that being if anything compulsively early, I don't deal well with delays, and the point that I've spent a lot of time stuck in the house but unable to nap, and that I just want something to go right. That's an exaggeration, born in part of lack of sleep: meeting with gothgeekgirl and roadnotes last night went just fine, for example.