Okay, it’s off. I had to do lots of the last-minute re-jiggering that always seems to be required, but I’m now officially a veteran of this system.
Odd are it’ll get rejected, and you hope that the comments are positive enough to let you revise it into an acceptable shape. But that’s not something to face for a few months.
If I drank, I’d go have a beer. Instead, I’m going to go pick up my kids, go have dinner at my in-laws, and wait for the crash to come. At some point my body will notice that it’s had a day of strict concentration on top of 3 hours’ sleep, and will want some payback.
[To the tune of Grateful Dead, “Candy Man,” from the album American Beauty.]