I just found a post from four months ago when I was
young and
naive, becoming restless with the idea of an IP2 that had not yet arrived for a month after IP1. That was February!
Now with a week left on the clock, I have run out of ideas to keep my anxiety in check. "It will come" has changed to "Will it?" I've gone through the usual stress relievers - pulling out hair, poking my eyes with chilies, staying up all night - so I'm feeling a little out of ideas. I'm currently accepting other suggestions.
A haiku:
Hey, IRCC,
Time didn't stop 'cause you don't care.
Don't need your half-truths.