Memorial Day. Monday. The last day of freedom. I have to finish my paper for class, finish outlining and reading, but there is an all day marathon of NCIS on TV. I sigh and begin the assignments. There is no help for it, I have put it off too long and now I must pay the piper. There will be no sitting outside enjoying the sun, no walk, no dinner until the last paragraph has been written and the last page read.
Even though I start early, it takes me all day. I worry because I find myself dealing with blurry vision. What if I go blind trying to read all this stuff? I won't be able to work, won't be able to learn new music, won't be able to dress myself without relearning the whole procedure. Wait, this is me running away with silly fears because I have been studying for way too long.
Still, that nagging thought occurs that maybe the double vision is from a swollen gland in my head pressing on an optic nerve. See what having cancer does to your sanity? How ridiculous! Quit dreaming up tragic scenarios and get back to work! Focus!
I finally release myself from the tyranny of the syllabus, stack all the books in a pile, fold the papers, and close the notebook. I have gone far enough. I sit back in my chair. The TV marathon has long since ended, but I feel a certain satisfaction with having conquered my room, spent an enjoyable afternoon at the beach with Drew, and still managed to finish the work. Now if I can just get those dishes done before I retire. . .
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