Every Sunday I look at the huge list of things still to do on my white board. But I (almost always) feel like I'll finish them before they're due. I'm not scared that I'll fail any of them. I am a bit nervous about some of them, but know that I'll make it through. I always have ( Read more... )

Though I enjoy the pastoral flights of fantasy to landscapes where time has no dominion, I am actually reassured by the fact that time keeps passing.  No matter what I do, tomorrow with its test will come and more importantly: go.   And the same for Tuesday's test and peer review papers, and the same for Thursday's paper and Friday's thesis ( Read more... )

I've recieved a letter from a dear friend who is in France right now.  And all I want to do is blow off my responsibilities and buy a raspberry lemonade in the Bistro and sit under a blossoming cherry tree by the gently flowing mill stream that doesn't even look terribly dirty right now and rip it open and savor the thick pages of it ( Read more... )