I am not punctual. But I hate waiting for too long also. Now my patience is gradually being tested. Can't handle the surprise anymore. Day by day the eagerness is growing. Every 6 hours or so i am counting and calculating days and weeks.

How much can you divert yourself? All activity ends somewhere. Beyond which the flow of thoughts is no more under control.
Only Baby on my mind. I am surprised how my whole day is revolving around this one word and I am still not disinterested in it. It seems except the baby receptors of my brain, all other receptors and sensors have gone for a tentative shut down. Trying hard to reopen and connect the circuit but little to no success i have achieved.