NO DAYS. 

Okay;  it's done*.  It went in.  About 6 pm my time . . . while everyone is at lunch in Manhattan.  Instantly got an 'out of office' robot email from my editor, so I wrote to her assistant saying, she knows it's coming so presumably she'll be checking her email, but would you be kind enough to LET ME KNOW WHEN IT ARRIVES?  Supposing it does, and the out-of-office isn't some kind of warding programme.** 

            Two and a half hours pass.  I fidget.  I stare into space.  I walk...