I'm numb to things I can't afford to be numb to. The fact that my difficulties simply do not rate, at least not when compared to the horror of drowning in raw sewage, does not mean said difficulties will go away if I continue to do nothing but sit at my computer, virtuously reading justifiably outraged blog posts and sending out missives to my elected representatives.
The Shiny Young Agent whose letter was the high point of last week for me has just left the Established Agency where she worked when she requested that I send a full manuscript. I have to find out what her change of affiliation means for me.
Well, it'll probably be easier to find an answer to that question than to find clean drinking water in New Orleans. No complaints here.