Sat. For Today

November 19th, How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degress? William Shakespeare Sociologists call it "benign neglect." What it is , is patience. If only I can keep myself from rushing about to do something, things generally turn out fine. I first do what I can, then let go. The main thing for someone as compulsive as I am is to find something to occupy me while I'm waiting. This keeps me from wringing my hands and mopping my brow and eventually jumping in to fix things again. It is positively amazing how well my troubles are resolved when I sit them out. For today: The common cold takes about ten days to run its course, and nothing I can do can alter that fact. With variations in time, this is true of most of my troubles.