So.

A funny thing just happened.

Remember the office I was supposed to go to, to hand in all the stuff? The office that I specifically asked on Wednesday for its schedule, so that it'll be open when I get there? The office I was assured is open Sunday? Not going on a two-weeks vacation like most of the offices in the university? Will definitely be there to accept my little heap of words and graphs, yes, on Sunday, unlike everybody else?

Yeah, guess what?

I sat on the stairs in front of the locked door for full ten minutes before I recovered enough to get up again (also, the bag with the 4 copies and the seventeen thousand other things which needed to be handed in, 2-copies-of-this and 4-copies-of-that and extra-eleventy-millions-copies of-that-other-one-in-both-languages).

And now I'm home. Too exhausted to even be worried or stressed out or anything.

I e-mailed my supervisor (who just left this morning and is now somewhere over some ocean on his way to some abroad). There's nobody else to talk to, because, see above, re: nobody being in any of the offices.

In any case, I'm going to sleep.

All Dealing with reality will be delayed for a while, OK? Ta, ever so.

Good night, dear. Don't worry, there will be a way. After all, you made it!

Oh dear, Nilly-- well, if they assured you, then it's totally on them. You did what you were supposed to-- now sleep.

Oh man, Nilly. I hope you're sleeping now, anyway.

Oh, poor Nilly. I hope you are sleeping. I'm sure there will be something that can be done about it soon, and having the sleep will make it easier in any case.

Oh Man, Nilly. That stinks. I hope you are sleeping a good sound sleep.

Oh, Nilly, that is so awful! Go get some sleep, you have more than earned it. Hopefully, things will be better when you wake up.

Timelies all!

I'm sorry about that Nilly. Go get some sleep.

I hope you get some good sleep, Nilly. You deserve it.

Oh, no, Nilly! And what Barb said--it sounds like you made extra sure to double and triple check their availability, and they were both very clear and very wrong. You did everything you were supposed to do, by the required deadline, and now it's their problem, not yours. Go sleep the sleep of the righteous and the dissertation-finishers.

Not really relatedly:

since it's morning here, and I suspect it's the same time in Petah Tikva as well

Psst, it's Ramat-Gan, but, yup, still morning.

One of our pediatric cardiologists lives in Petach Tikva! She trained here and comes back at least once a year. She's one of the nicest people I have ever met. Clearly there's something about your region of Israel that produces brilliant, kind, totally awesome women. My sample of two scientifically proves it!