The initial funding freeze memo gave me a panic attack, which is weird as I am not (yet) a recipient of any funds that were frozen. I think my gut just knew how bad it was.
When I woke up the next morning, I banged out 2,000 words about impoundment (in fact, pounded out the words would be more accurate).
I’m doing a revision now, and it should run in JSTOR Daily on February 12 (all things willing.)
I just wish things would slow down until I get it in. If wishes were horses, then beggars would ride, and we wouldn’t be here to begin with.
Stay tuned.