the ides of march. Caesar aside, that's the date I walked away from my committee meeting with for the first full draft of my dissertation. That left me a little discombulated, to say the least. It's tight for someone who likes to work in fits and starts, and has the possibility of a couple of good trips I'll have to say no to. And it makes me ache with anxiety that I won't do a good enough job. But... I've also been in this program one seventh of my life. I think it's time to get the damned phd and make the next phase happen.
But head-down hardly begins to describe what I'll have to do for the next two months.
Eek.
(Oh, and I'm in roc, btw, for those keeping track at home).
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