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The Waiting Room

The waiting room…the place where the proverbial rubber meets the road.  If you haven’t spent hours in one, you will sometime in the future. Time seems suspended there. Sometimes you keep checking the clock every five minutes to little avail. Sometimes you realize it is already hours later and you haven’t eaten, slept or bathed. Minutes or hours or days seem to meld together into a surreal blob. Sometimes you don’t know if the sun is shining or clouds fill...