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You can tell you're in a hurry when...

You skip making the bed in the first time in ..forever...to enjoy another 2 minutes under a hot shower on a frigid morning.

You contemplate not shaving legs, then decide no matter what, those bad boys need it. Ahem.

You grab an old favorite shirt with a long, emotional history to it, throw it on, then realize (after you've put your boots on and are grabbing for your jacket, that it might be little too short to wear with those jeans. But you suck your gut in, and try to remember to hunch over for the rest of the day lest colleagues or fellow students might think you're going for a much younger, cooler, bolder look than usual.

You manage to drop hubby off so he can help manage a cross country ski weekend with a bunch of his students and the outdoor club at school, think you have time to stop and get a chai...which, technically you have time for, but then you realize doing so has significantly lessened the review time you desperately need for yet another quiz today.

You avoid a fellow student who clearly wants to chat... on the way out of school because it's just time to get some shit done at the office.

You also grab a super fast lunch - soup from the Grove - because you can pretty much drink it, which takes less time than, say, actually chewing.

All that said, it's a pretty day out, and though there is much studying to be done over the weekend? Tonight is Grey's and Scandal, and JL and I are going to enjoy that via text..as is our way. And the quiz? Aced. Which must certainly add a check mark in the 'pro living a little more and worrying a little less' column on the life balance spreadsheet, yes?

Happy Thursday!

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