Sterner Stuff

Two birthday celebrations, one re-wedding, and one Thanksgiving feast this weekend and I am pooped. I have cooked, I have presented, I have drank, and I have had a paper rejected. I have traveled five colors of the T lines and dozed off on three. And mostly, I have neglected trying to get into graduate school. (while at the same time, Jared just got accepted into law school and promoted at work) My body feels beat and my only hope as I collapse into bed in a few minutes is that I don't dream, because I spent late last night revising my personal statement and throwing stuff into the laundry. Then had a dream that my laundry was done and I had gotten into Harvard. This is why I hate dreams (and yes, Liz Marie, hate is a strong word). But I've had a long weekend, my heart can't take any dreams at the moment.