I'm sure you can all relate. But these last few days have been absurd. Illegally busy. Actually, the last two weeks have been basically a constant stream of busy-ness. My husband and I spent over an hour tonight just laying around catching up because we haven't seen each other for more than a few minutes as of late, and he's going on another trip soon. All I can hear in my head are those fateful song lyrics, "Father time steals our days like a thief...."
So please excuse the blogging absence while I get my life back on track and try to take my French exam tomorrow morning (and if you think of it, pray. Hard. I seriously do not speak this language.) Oh and never mind the 12 pages of exam-hot-mess-ness that I have due on Wednesday for Anthropological Theory. Or the Statistics exam that is haunting my dreams that I will come face to face with on Thursday morning at 8am.....
Or you know. All the other homework I have to turn in in between.
But who am I to complain? I come home to a warm bed, a stocked fridge, and a summer time of freeness that I can almost SMELL (but not quite because you know. it's still February). Somehow - in the midst of what feels like the apocolypse: homework edition - I am so grateful and so peaceful. Le sigh.