Saturday Morning
... is merely a couple hours already gone, but how I liked it. Freshly baked bran muffins, a smearing of butter, a dollop of mirabelle jam. A huge mug of tea and me on the sofa. All very simple, but needed. A couple of hours all to myself. There's a whole lotta going on. Mostly in my head, but man, is it busy up there. I'm "working" (in quotation marks 'cause it's more a matter of looking over people's shoulders, really) the hospital again this semester, and it's not only taking up a lot of time - the time I usually spend blogging, cooking or thinking about blogging or cooking - it's also hi-jacked a huge part of my brain capacity. Because I have to keep re-thinking all the things I learned. And because all of a sudden, it seems there's only an extremely limited time left before... Before I'm done. Seriously. And that, my friends, I have no idea how to deal with. For some reason, I never saw it coming. So forgive, once again, the quietness...