Simmer

Patience, it has been said, is a virtue.

The ability to wait. Detachment from desire, from a pressing interest to have results. An overarching disinterest in having an answer to your questions.

A virtue. An admirable quality. How is a lack of passion for life a desirable quality? When was a consensus reached that society should value the emotionally detached. Is a distaste for others love for us next?

I can be patient. I can wait for results, until they suddenly present themselves. Can, but rarely will. I've reserved myself to quiet anticipation. Silent turmoil.

I want this resolved, and there is not a thing to be done until Friday. Until then, I'll be here, internal, a maelstrom.