I’m nearly through week 8. Yesterday it was sunny and glorious. See?
Today’s it’s grey, rainy, and gross again. It’s sort of fitting since I really just need to stay in and work anyway. The last two weeks of the term slay me every time. It’s hard. Not impossible, but really hard. I eat a lot of carbs. I sneak a lot of television in because otherwise my brain would never, ever decompress. I walk around with a near constant pressure in the front part of my head.
But? The reward this time is Los Angeles. I’ll be presenting at a conference in L.A. and am so excited, both for the conference and the possibility of sun.
L.A. or bust.