He said he'd call; he said I'd hear from him either end of last week or beginning of this week. Perhaps they've changed their minds and don't want to interview me after all.
It's almost as bad as dating.
Stoic enough to remake a garment several times over until it's good enough to wear out in public, foolish enough to buy more yarn than I could ever hope to knit, and hopeful enough keep doing it anyway. Plus the other stuff in my life.