Survival of the weary

It's been a tough few weeks. But I made it. I kept my eyes on Thanksgiving break [we get all of next week off] and pushed through one last week of exams, a paper and several quizzes. Last night I stayed up 'til two in the morning finishing out my biomechanics paper. It took me a half hour to finish the last three sentences. I'm not one to sacrifice sleep for homework, but it had to be done. While this week I suffered through academic persecution, last week my family and I suffered the loss of my grandma. I'll write more about her someday soon hopefully, but for now: she was my last living grandparent, she would have been eighty years old on Christmas Day and she hated cold weather. She passed from complications of diabetes and heart disease.

So, it's been a tough few weeks. Honestly, I'm looking forward to just working next week and doing minimal amounts of homework. Also on tap: running seven muddy miles with seventy-five hundred people tomorrow morning, a CG Thanksgiving potluck tomorrow night, hanging out with some folks back on holidays, a Thanksgiving potluck at work, some warehouse duty, a Thanksgiving meal with my parents, looking into some possible internship sites. Well, maybe I've put too much on the schedule for my week off. After a week of pseudoresting I have a week of class, a "dead" week and finals week. Hopefully this week off will allow me the strength to make it through the next three. And then more pseudoresting.

To end on some upbeat news: I turn 10,000 days old in just eighteen more days. If you're in Ames on December tenth, let's get over to 212 and celebrate. And also, thanks for those of you who have been supportive this semester and these past few weeks. I really do appreciate it. you have my love.