One more day.
Cue symphonic Les Miserables-type crescendo...!!!!
Although...
Oh, the tension could kill.
Please God please God please God please.
So much hinges on this, so much,
and right now I am on my toes at the edge of the cliff
with one finger hooked to the sleeve of your shirt.
(no not yours, God-- his.)
Once this is over
maybe I'll be able to breathe again.