this morning #947.

this morning, though i’d assumed the outcome was academic, i was happy to learn that the fait was not yet accompli. a little wiggle room still existed, so i poured myself another cup of coffee & made a bunch of phone calls to family & friends. the first three didn’t agree with my way of seeing things but once i got my uncle on the line, things took a turn toward the sunlight. he’s a true intellectual, someone you can go to when you want well-considered advice. we dreamers need people like him, people who will give you ten minutes of their time & listen to a last-ditch business pitch. i should’ve called him first. he HEARD me. he said he’d save my dream. said he’d save me. there was just one catch.