Academe, n.: An ancient school where morality and philosophy were taught. Academy, n.: A modern school where football is taught.
~Ambrose Bierce, The Devil’s Dictionary
Dear me, I think the semester has started.
The evidence: lines out the door, barely a third of my To Do list done (and it’s length growing exponentially), swarms of student pin-balling around campus in various states of befuddlement, calls from hysterical parents, and no lunch break.
Normally this would feel either overwhelming or at least a bit irritating, but it’s amazing what the prospect of London and working on Mysterious Projects can do for a girl. Once she makes it through the midday “Where is my bloody chocolate bar?! What New Year’s diet?!” episode anyway.
(via)
Small Dog Syndrome 
Lon-don! Lon-don!
Maybe do something subtle like set up a red digital board at your desk — like the national debt meter, but this is the “I cannot WAIT to flee meter” — counting down the minutes and seconds until you quit. 🙂
I’m seriously considering an old school paper chain calendar!
You will have a blast. I am glad that you have something to distract you. I love London.
Amazing how things get easier when you can see the end in sight! I had a mostly awful job before I started this mom gig. I spent most days hating it over three years. My last 4 months there were wonderful, mostly because I knew I was so close to stay-at-home motherdom 🙂
Preach. Having a light at the end of the tunnel is helping, but only when I come down off the hyperventilating peaks.