Twiddling My Thumbs

Last night I was gypped out of some work time.
As soon as I got home from work I wasted no time and got out my tools to do a couple of hours of work on the bath house.
On cue, the sky darkened and a front moved in bringing high winds, rain and dropping the temperatures into the 40's. Quicker than I unloaded, I packed up the tools to protect them from the weather and went in the house. I stared out the back door for a few minutes hoping it would pass quickly, but finally gave up. 

Thinking nothing could be done, I kicked off my shoes, grabbed a book, propped my feet up and settled in under the soft glow of the lamp.
Thirty minutes later it stopped raining. I booked marked my page and got my shoes back on. Standing at the back door again just like I had been thirty minutes ago, I wondered if it was really worth getting everything back out.
I finally convinced myself  it was too late to get restarted so I sat, twiddling my thumbs.
Another day lost.