This morning confirmed that to be the case beyond any doubt. Television isn’t as distracting, especially if the show isn’t one that I’m interested in, and otherwise there wasn’t much to do to pass the time until my aunt and uncle returned from work later this afternoon.
There were several dozen books on a bookshelf off to the side of the room, but reading wasn’t something I had ever done outside of being forced to for school, and it had rarely been a pleasant experience for me.
I flipped over to the right channel again and sat cautiously on the bed. It was simply a waiting game at this point. I had to be able to muster the patience to not get so distracted that I would forget to pay attention to my bladder.
