Thought I died and went to heaven

Apparently I was a little better than I had rated myself. The last meeting was a success and the decision, made fairly quickly. I had initially expected it to be dragged out for at least a week. So it was such a delightful surprise to receive the good news barely a day after, the call coming in just as I stepped off the escalator into Kino at NAC.

I could still remember the exact spot and the numerous titles of the books on that shelf, where Mel had continued in his misleadingly apologetic voice, ".. and so I called with the good news.." I couldn't stop smiling for the rest of the evening.

Later that night an email came in, informing me that the result of another long drawn-out project was out. To say that the particular project was the bane of my life was an understatement. It was a prolonged period of darkness and more darkness, and I was so completely acquainted with the gloom, I lost the concept of light.

I clicked on the link and checked out the results with the heaviest of heart. That night, I saw the sun. I was thoroughly and willingly blinded.