I’m staying in Ann Arbor for much of this week.  I’m lucky to have a comfortable guest room and accommodating relatives that allow me to follow my schedule with little thought to interupting theirs.  It’s much easier to eliminate the commute, hours spent behind the wheel are now spent in research or writing or reading or just contemplating.

But I miss my husband.  And my dog.  Really, even the dog.  So tomorrow I will commute again.  Meanwhile I try to use every moment of every day that I’m here to make a dent in the mountain of projects that have accumulated while I wasn’t paying attention.

Midterm anxiety.  So typical.  It will end, regardless of how I spend my days, midterms will end.