So, for the last two months, I have been teetering on the brink of insanity as I have finished my fifth year (of six) of grad school. Every couple of weeks, I got sick with a delightful sinus infection/cold/flu/something, and then took off to Europe for three weeks in the middle of it all. Europe was wonderful and relaxing and everything Europe is that keeps us Americans going back there over and over again...but the timing on my part was clearly stupid. I'm okay with that.

 

The big surprise? The brink of insanity is a candy haven, and that's probably why I end up there so often. But if you go over the edge, they make you exercise to work the calories off, so it's best to grab the candy and beat a hasty retreat. I have perfected this move, so call me for free advice. But beware adult-onset diabetes. I can't help you with that.

 

So here I am, on the sane side of that line, with another master's degree under my belt (whoopdedoo!), and nothing to do for the next six weeks but entertain the world with my daily pontifications (serious whoopdedoo!).