Why is waiting so hard sometimes...
You know the feeling - sitting there waiting for the phone to ring... watching the seconds tick by...
Now the usual Sunday afternoon version of this feeling has the second-hand on the clock moving with all the speed of a dead snail...
But when you're waiting on a client to sign off your work so that it can go live, then that long, thin hand is a veritable blur around the dial!
Anyone care to discuss the maleability of time within the framework of our perseption?
Or how about a beer?! :-)