I am off for the next two days, unwilling to share either my good news or restrain my bad mood should the word I am hoping for prove negative. The wait is exhausting, and while I am writing slowly, it drags at me, not knowing, a funk I feel like a weight pulling me to earth.
So, off I go. More writing. More waiting.
Tomorrow, if I get no word, the Agent will call and find out why and I shall wait through that, as well.