I don't mind waiting, generally. I know a lot of people have trouble with patience, but even in fairly daft circumstances, such as waiting 24 hours in SF Airport with no money and nothing to do for a flight, I've kept my cool. Although, to be fair, I was very hungry at the end of that wait in San Francisco. In this case, I am waiting on the County Court to decide whether or not to let me buy a house. We really like the house. We've agreed with the selling agent on a price. I have a load of inspectors' phone numbers ready to go as soon as we get the OK from the court to go into the inspection period of the sale. We've arranged the loan, walked through the neighborhood at night, checked and double checked the neighborhood statistics.

Now we're just waiting. And I can barely stay sane. But it isn't the waiting itself: It's the uncertainty. I get this same feeling during the NBA playoffs when the Suns play. Or when I'm playing a serious game. I was much worse off when I didn't even know when the Court was going to meet. At least now I know when I'm waiting until. But I must admit I'll be pretty upset if, after tomorrow, the Court still hasn't decided.