I Have a Visa!

As of this morning, I officially have my Greek visa. It has been glued into my passport, which is in my purse, which is on my desk chair in my room. I have triumphed over the forces of bureaucracy. I return triumphant, like a knight questing in times of old, from the dread land of 86 Beacon Street. Catching the 10:20 out of North Station provided no difficulty. My months of toil have now brought forth fruit from the fallow fields. Etc.