Seriously, though (folks?). It's been two or three days now of frozen (anticipation?). I think I'm waiting for the job/interview call which I was told to expect this week (but really could happen anytime in the next four based upon past experience). In the meantime? There are things I should be working on. There are things I *could* be working on. And I'm sitting here... frozen.
This should be a poem, but I'm just... not... there. Or anywhere.
I need to move on.