Another rejection. This time it was a split; one reviewer accepted with no changes, and the other rejected outright.
It was a tough journal, but it was a good article, and I’d hoped for more. In particular, I’d hoped the reviewers would actually engage my argument in a way that might suggest that they had read it. Neither did. The quest continues.
My son, seeing I was annoyed, gave me a cheese cracker. That made it better.