Caught
In a maelstrom, that is. Ten more days until comprehensive exams. Forty-one more days til a Master's degree. Thirty-eight more days until my mother arrives for two weeks. She'll probably bring me fluffy socks and try to iron everything in my closet. But that's a whole other story.I fell asleep on my books today. Didn't get home last night until midnight, after a 30-inch story on deadline. This kind of exhaustion like nothing I've ever known. It's been my life for a year and a half.
I remember when I started this journey. Now I'm about to end it. And the once taken-for-granted gifts of sleep and time will be mine again.



2 Comments:
I don't know if you remember, but I sent you a note when you told me you had decided to go for your Master's.
I'm proud to say that note was, in retrospect, a masterpiece of understatement.
Be proud of yourself. Revel in your accomplishments.
You won!
I still have that note! You rock. :)
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