Waiting. Whole life waiting. For something. For anything. Waiting for the response of the Immigration Department, waiting for the telephone (yes, the trench is still like it was in October), waiting for the return of my bond, waiting since August for a receipt from the RSPCA (tax deductable expenses I spent for Miss Piggy), waiting for the erection of the verandah (should have been done in November). I could continue with this list if desired.
Waiting. Waiting. Waiting.

Here something to pass the time: