
I'm not sure why, but the daily schedule of school puts me in a happy place. Not because I have room to breathe, but it's as if I'm the one in school. My brain warps into this demented timetable freak and I actually get more work done. My imaginary deadlines work much better under such imagined stricture. Go figure.
The house is even clean. A miracle at that. Balls of dog hair no longer assault me as I walk through my living room. And the layer of caked dust atop my ceiling fans cried when I wiped it away.
So here's to more progress this "semester."
Yee haw.
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