Even though I was nervously anticipating completely different information, this still gives me a sigh of relief as the sands of my hourglass pace themselves, steadily slipping south. Time is not infinite, and without these puzzle pieces it's as if all I can do is sit by, helplessly unable to weigh all options, attempting to balance all the gray trapped within the monotonously silent grains. With so much information on the cusp, I pray as it begins to speak our language, it shatters the glass, altering the urgency of fate, buying time.
For now, I will take my little man's snuggles, as all he wants is to cuddle up and watch Woody. Luckily there are three Toy Story films or I might really start to dislike Tom Hanks and Tim Allen!