After lunch today, I walked to the nearby coffee shop and ordered a London Fog with soy. I needed something with a bit of caffeine, and it was nice getting outside to walk. It's especially nice outside today; it's warm and clear, so clear that you can see all those snow-capped Washington mountains. After I got my tea, I walked past the cheese shop and the nice ladies (it's a mother and daughter) called out to ask how the essays were progressing.
"Just one more, and I'm done tomorrow night!" I told them.
And now I'm home. My London Fog is beside me, half-finished. I'm in comfortable clothes, the windows are open, and I'm sitting in the sun. I'm surrounded by books. I have a detailed outline written out.
Twenty-eight hours to go, and twenty-five pages to write.
3 comments:
Oh, this is in the bag. You're so there.
The problem is that I focus far too much on the fact that this will be over soon. And not enough on the fact that I still have work to do.
Nearly there... :)
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