When there's mail for me, with the address in my own handwriting, I know it's not good.
Last Friday I received another rejection from an agent I sent my novel to a few weeks ago. I had to send them a self-addressed stamped envelope so they could let me know the news.
I guess I've got to just keep trying...when I get the time. This news, along with the sleep-deprivation that goes with having a newborn and a toddler, plus recovering from major surgery, has left me feeling a bit down.