Things are not what they seem

Well, here we are waiting for Godot.
The move in date has been changed to I don't know when. I feel like a fool for ever believing. The builder, evidently thinks he can cajole me into waiting forever. Everyone involved sees this as a job, I see this as my home, my future. So what?
Whatever. Your home seems so sacred. Your future seems so important, to you.
Enough of that, sour grapes probably make great wine, or should I say whine.
Anyway, it seems that the move in date was a tad optimistic and that things are going to take a bit longer.
Whatever.