I think John Lennon is singing for me. I won’t have a cigarette, but a glass of wine is at my elbow. Don’t see any rest to speak of for the next couple of weeks.
Such is the world of a granny in grad school. But I’m not really complaining. I mean, I am taking a break to fart around with YouTube.
Well, maybe I’m whining a little.
Whatever. At least I can’t relate to this one.
If I persevere, there’s a degree at the end of this rainbow of books and notebooks.
Please remind me of that, and often.