There is a twilight zone between being almost done with a task and not having asked for the next one. I drag my feet around it, sit down on the edge of a chair to not be too comfortable, and read the newspaper though I know it is not good for me. As long as I am here, I am safe, but I am also bored. I like to be doing stuff. I like to be a little busier but not too busy and running behind. I like to be in it. And yet I sit here and twiddle my thumbs.