It finally snowed in Boston. Teacher Boyfriend had his first snow delay and is still in bed, snoozing.

Lucky boy. I am awake, trying to re-train myself to rise early so I have a fighting chance at surviving this next semester.

This next semester, which starts next week. (gag)

This next semester, which is my LAST semester. (gag gag)

So much context to think about, to worry about, to get stressed about, but then there’s the whole DOING it part that doesn’t allow for much thinking/stress/worry, lest you get behind.

I’m sure there’s a metaphor for life in there somewhere, but I think I’m just going to ignore it for now, put my boots on, put my head down, and get going.