It's Friday and I should be happy about that. I am for several reasons. One: I don't have to work tomorrow. Two: I get to spend more time with my family over the next two days. Three: I get to sleep until my daughter wakes me up instead of having the annoying sound of my alarm clock interrupt my peaceful slumber. The only reason I'm not happy is that if I don't hear something about a closing date today, it means I have to wait out the weekend knowing that I definitely won't hear something until at least Monday. That doesn't even mean I will hear something on Monday, but it's a day of possibilities. I'm consumed by this, I realize, but it's not something that can be helped. If I had a date I could start preparing instead of wandering around aimlessly in the land of the unknown.