Ask and you shall receive.
Or... Complain and God says, "Alright already! Stop whining! I've already taken care of it but there's shipping time involved and even I can't speed up the US Postal Service!"
Or something like that.
Yesterday, just hours after writing my frantic blog about my mournfully empty post office box, I arrived at said box to find that providence had intervened. There, in a little letter-sized enevelope, was the first submission to The Yolo Crow. A lovely little villanelle.*
And, on top of all this wonderfulness, I went to the coffee shop around the corner from my office this morning, and they've hired back a former employee who actually knows how to make a decent cup of chai. Things are looking up.
Perhaps this is a sign from whatever powers that be that I should stop spazzing out. Noted.
*A villanelle is a structured poetic form. To read a particularly bad ass villanelle by my favorite poet, Elizabeth Bishop, click here.