That dull feeling of uneasiness after you send something off to your supervisors and then you wait is something I'm never going to get used to. They tell me that the next steps are mine to take, mine to decide--that there is no
right or
wrong way to do this. I never feel that way though. I feel unease, constant unease.
Perhaps this is because I am not sleeping. I woke at 12-something, 2-something, and 5-something last night. Baby crying? Who's in bed with me? Have I turned on the washing machine?
More bizarre things are happening, I'm sure, other places in the world.
