I am a sitting duck. At least for the next 24 hours. Honestly would feel bad about praying for paperwork to come throuh so I can return to rainy foggy san francisco.
Comments that father makes are of no help.
Am at mercy of big bad bureaucracy. Don't know what the stakes or odds are, which is worse than knowing and risking everything.

Tummy does not feel very good from all the food I've eaten but think it's also symptomatic of the stress that I am under. Crossing fingers and toes that paperwork will come through tomorrow afternoon so I can be off on new year's day.

By the way, did not buy swimsuit. The weather turned bad as i predicted accurately.