We are all getting old. I don’t know why I typed that but it felt accurate for the moment. I had beers with a classmate after our study session and she said that she wasn’t sure if she could go through with nursing because she thinks she would get too attached to the customers. She winced as she talked about patients dying. But that’s part of it, this whole dying thing. We’re all getting old and we’re all going to die. The world can’t hold onto us for that long and it’ll be our time when the time comes. I told her this and of course she knows it and understands it but death is something that seems a bit unfamiliar to her. Since I was a kid, I’ve embraced death. We had plenty of dogs, cats, gerbils, hermit crabs, fish. They all died. We buried them and moved on. I never cried for any of them.
I’m trying to figure out what’s going on right now. The new job is good but my head is busy. There are things to plan and prioritize and it’s hard to shuffle everything around when there’s school in the picture. Fall was rough and it was exciting to think that the Spring semester would be quiet. I guess there’s always Summer. No classes then. Breather. Still no sitting still.
Sleep issues again. Not worth making note of. After a long and exhausting weekend, I tossed in bed as I thought about chemistry. Must study to relieve the stress, but hard to study when so tired.
Mom and sister in town this weekend. Short visit. Taking them to NAHBS and feeling selfish for doing so, but the damn thing was far enough the last two years that there’s no way in hell I’m missing it this year. And Saturday is booked with the Merco race, so that’s out. I’ve got to think of some other things for us to do. Eating. Getting nails done. Drive around. Play Scrabble. We’ll figure it out.
Things are going to be good. A lot of pushing at this point until momentum picks up.