I got my mail held while on vacation, and was looking forward to the big stack of letters and magazines as much as I was my bed...
Especially as I knew that news of my application to the Winnipeg Arts Council for funds to create a libretto for a chamber opera by David Raphael Scott would be in it.
Of course, because I sent M to get the mail held instead of doing it myself, the mail only re-started today instead of being there when we woke up yesterday.
(Did I mention that our flight from Las Vegas arrived at 5:30 am? And that Aa only fell asleep a half hour out of Winnipeg, after two and a half hours of speechifying in a declarative voice?)
In any event, the mail was my only consolation after a day that included a feverish baby, a chilly office, and a novel that ended too soon (I finished Pearl Luke's Burning Ground at lunch; I enjoyed it but wished it was bit more...well, fleshy. As in a third longer. But at least I got to read something that I didn't have to analyze, which in itself was nifty...).
The heap was wrapped in about a dozen thick rubber bands, some of which had snapped in the cold. But there it was, my letter from WAC.
Foolish me, I'd been patiently waiting - even when I went to pick up my supplementary materials, the score from my last collaboration with David Raphael Scott, at lunch today, I didn't ask WAC staff if the list was out - when I could have gotten the news last week from the WAC website, if I'd thought to check!
Oh well. At least I was among the happy 36 per cent that got their funding wishes fulfilled...
It hardly needs saying, but: Yay!
(Also very exciting, and opened second, was a wonderful WONDERFUL letter from Prince George poet Gillian Wigmore...)