I am, generally speaking, a patient person. Sixteen hours on a brisket cook? No problemo. Waiting a week for homemade bacon to cure? Easy peasy. If something has to take a certain amount of time to occur (or to be done correctly), I am totally capable of waiting for it.
When something doesn’t have to wait quite so long, however, I struggle with self control just a bit. Case in point: there is nothing that requires that the 2DH actually wait until Tuesday, right? And if there is one thing in this world that is going to make me have trouble waiting two full days to write the 2DH, it is curbstomping the Tennessee Titans 57-14.