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We’re halfway through the week, so it’s understandable that we’re getting a little antsy for the weekend to arrive. Especially since it’s a three-day version, thanks to the Memorial Day holiday.

Think of a time when you were waiting impatiently for something: a bus that was running late; wishing that a speaker would land the verbal airplane of his monotonous commencement speech, or maybe sleep that escapes you in the middle of a long night.

Did you feel restless? Slightly anxious? Without knowing it, you might have even jiffled while you waited.

Yes, jiffled. Today’s weird word is jiffle, and it means “to fidget or shuffle.”

Eudora’s dinnertime jiffling rattled the silverware, making the meal very annoying for the rest of the Fogelstrom family.

Look around you next time a sermon drags on or a coworker is busily finishing that last bit of paperwork so they can leave on time. Check out a group of grade schoolers, fidgeting in line for the recess bell to ring.

We jiffle. Eyes blink a little faster, feet tap restlessly, fingers jitter on tables.

We’re all jifflers at one time or another.

Gerald earned a time out when his incessant jiffling disrupted Mrs. Crankshaw’s fifth-period algebra lesson.

I leave you with a quote from “Where I’m Calling From: New and Selected Stories” by the late Raymond Carver, an American poet and short-story writer.

“But I can hardly keep still. I keep fidgeting, crossing one leg and then the other. I feel like I could throw off sparks or break a window – maybe rearrange all the furniture.”

Now that’s some serious jiffling!