Candidate F has been saying for quite some time that everything was going to be all right either way. For some time now, after all, he has been smitten with the idea of circumstance coming along and shaking up his life like it was a snow globe. Even so, Candidate F spent a good deal of time this afternoon staring at the phone and biting his nails all the way down past the knuckle. Really, he just wanted to know one way or the other.
The phone call came at 5:19 this afternoon. Affirmative, unanimously. Administrative hurdles remain and will until August, but we are now at the point where Unprecedentedly Unpleasant Things would have to happen. Candidate F is certainly pleased, although a full emotional spectrometry would reveal a complicated set of feelings. In any case, he appreciates all the kindness and support of others he has received.
(If you have no idea what this post is about, I apologize, but the matter is still beeswax not for explicit public consumption.)