I Still Pray That The Answer Is Yes

The waiting is eating me alive. I've learned the sound of the mailman's truck as he leaves my mailbox, pulls up to my neighbor's, and goes off down the road. I can usually be at the bottom of the hill to check the mail before he's even out of sight. But it's killing me. The nervous energy is just too much to take on a daily basis.

My husband had a really good idea last night that I'm going to start trying to implement today. He suggested it was time that I just assume the answer is no, and then if I hear otherwise, it'll be a nice surprise. I really would have liked to have heard something definitive by now. Part of me wants to say I'd rather know the answer is no than not know at all, but that's not really true. It just feels that way because the waiting is so hard.

So that's the end of the vague updates about the vague appointment and Mr. Smee (thanks, Tara). If in the future I hear an affirmative answer, I'll post an update. Until then, I guess I'm going to assume the answer is no and try to go on to the next thing I need to get done.