I have become a very boring blogger, haven't I?  All I do is bitch and moan about how stressed, swamped and miserable I am.  In fact, last night when I came home after the library closed, with an incomplete essay on....get this.....MARGARET ATWOOD.....that was due at 9:30 this morning.....but I digress......and got slapped with the grim awareness that the neat little comfortable life that I had was frayed in places and shredded in others. I indulged in an hour of self-pity, complete with sobbing and snotty tears.

And now that's over and it's time to chin up and get on with it. Cuz you know what?  It ain't that bad.  I wrote a mid-term exam on Tuesday.  I feel like I did really well on it.  There are some fantastic resources, and one pretty darn terrific librarian at one of the university's libraries who saved my butt with research advice. The school is really quite a beautiful place too.  I keep reminding myself that I need to take my camera some day. Oh.....and my essay? My essay was printed by 10 minutes to 8 this morning, giving me just enough time to throw on my clothes and head out the door. Yes, I'm (a bit) behind.  And I miss Lucy and the free time to do as I please.  But I have the next three days to get caught up, and get revved up for Monday morning, and maybe I'll even do a little sewing this weekend.