The trimester is over and I’m feeling all kinds of feelings. I’m happy, I’m sad, I’m relieved, I’m reflective. I’m looking forward to a change, but I’m dreading it. And mostly, I’m crashing hard.

I’ve been going and going and going to try to get as much done as I can, but now that the trimester is over, I don’t have to plan anymore right away. It’s like my body knew that we were done and it is time to crash and sleep: I’m falling asleep as I’m writing. I’m unbelievably tired. So I’m going to say goodnight and go to sleep.