Sfortunata

I'm sinking. Day by day. Further away.

The air is chilly and lovely and crisp.

This is not my best photo and I'm okay with that. I've got other things on my mind at the present. I wish they wouldn't be. I'd like to close my eyes and not dream of things that will never be. That's not my style.

I'll just sing Christmas songs in my head instead as I read pages upon pages of cardiopulmonary physiology. One exam and one quiz are all that stands between me and Thanksgiving.

Oh, how sweet it will be to go home.

Now to plan a Christmas vacation. All our plans have been nixed. Sad panda.