Study

I studied until very late Sunday night then got up when Dave left for work. It wasn't enough sleep, but I couldn't get back to sleep because I was a bit worried about a doctor's appointment I had in the late morning. So I got up, showered, dressed, and so on. I did a bit of studying, but I couldn't keep my mind from wandering, so I decided to leave for my appointment a little early and stop for a coffee on the way.

I stopped at Starbucks and got my usual (a grande decaf soy latte), then headed over to my appointment. I thought I was about fifteen minutes early, but it turns out I had my appointment time wrong so I was just in time.

I went in, saw Dr. Shmoo, and was out in less than 20 minutes. It was a good visit.

I came home and sat down to study for a few hours.

I got up just before I expected Dave home and threw together some dinner. We had nachos with lots of guacamole (to use up some of the bag of avocados that we got at Costco).

I did a bit more studying but couldn't sleep for a long time--until about 5:00 a.m. actually.

I got up this morning around 8:45. Sigh.

I tried to get a bit more sleep, couldn't, so I just got up and had a shower and started studying again. It's coming down to the wire and my brain is reaching capacity, but there's still more studying to be done. Studying studying studying.

And I just realized that I'm almost out of the loose-leaf paper that I use to write notes while I study. Shit.

Poetry Month Saves

One Art 

By Elizabeth Bishop

The art of losing isn’t hard to master;

so many things seem filled with the intent

to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster

of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.

The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:

places, and names, and where it was you meant

to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother’s watch. And look! my last, or

next-to-last, of three loved houses went.

The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,

some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.

I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster.

—Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture

I love) I shan’t have lied. It’s evident

the art of losing’s not too hard to master

though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.