Sometimes the best thing to do is just wait.
Sometimes the greatest form of participation in mankind is mere reflection and wonderment.

I have done nothing at all for the last three hours.  Nothing.
And recording these thoughts is but a trifle more than nothing.

Sitting on the porch.  Might as well drink a beer. Wondering if the little pesky bugs buzzing about are going to bite me.  Perfect picture day-80s and sun, slight breeze.  Twenty other houses in sight but nobody's out but me.  Everybody's busy doing something, I surmise.  Except me. 

Ah, the neighbor just pulled in the driveway.  But avoided all encounter with me.  Damn, I'm surely a king that nobody dares disturb.  Or  so it could seem if I let my imagination drive me mad.  If I go in the house and people suddenly emerge I will feel very strange indeed.