Just when you least expect it and are unable to stop fighting it, things work out. Not all things, of course. Not the things we think we absolutely must have or die in their absence, but some small gifts from the gods that are like a wink of acknowledgement. (You go, girl!)
I got a proper job! In fact, a good one. In spite of all my imaginings to the contrary, I've actually got the universe working with me for the moment.
So here's to holding on tight. And much more to follow. Gotta run before the angst catches me and weighs me back to immobility.