A swathe of stress-inducing emails in my inbox, all related to this PhD I'm not even sure I want.
A swathe of whole new schedule issues for next week. Yes, the same week I'd cleared on the calendar for a month and tried to make workable for a month and have had covered for a month. Plan foiled. Spontaneous reactions... not as laser-quick as I would like. Still, laughter is key.
Oh. And a swathe of cold difficult silences on the partner-front because we just can't seem to get ahead on this one big issue. No matter how hard we swim.
Sigh.
I'd remembered Real Life as hard, but this is gonna be harder than I thought.
Here goes.
