d.valued's Journal: Twenty-four hours: An eternity

I'm waiting for a phone call that will successfully conclude a month plus of waiting.

Due to certain contractual obligations, I can't talk about what until either a) I'm rejected, in which case I'll gladly relate the info, or b) I'm accepted, in which case there will be more waiting whilst I giddily salute.

It's been driving me nuts, the waiting. It seems that waiting for Something To Happen That You Have No Control Over is the worst thing. (This particular observation is one reason I'm opposed to the death penalty; I find it crueler to know death stalks you and you will not know when it comes rather than the knowledge of a date and time and manner which will cause you to cease to be.)

Before they were invited to be part of the process, expectant fathers probably had this kind of anticipation. Family members of a surgical patient experience this. The defendant probably experiences this during deliberations....

Sorry. Friday I'll follow up.