State of the TMA - progressing too slowly.
State of my brain cells - eroding too quickly.
I'm hitting that state of mid-assignment, mid everything else, pre-exam panic. To which the only solution is wresting control in the only place I can manage it - the Washing Basket. And obsessing over tidying silly things in the house that have lived happily in cupboards or drawers for years, why do they need to come out and play now? The house may thank me but the studies won't.
The long commute is soon to be a thing of the past as I return to a much closer office, though to do what is not yet quite established, as I have applied for a temporary promotion opportunity back there too. I'm hoping to have news on that quite soon.
So it will be a return to 'Old Normal' - the 'New Normal' never did quite settle in, it's been more a case of chaos and shoving in study wherever I could for the last 7 months. But hopefully the change back might make enough difference at the right time to help fit in some decent revision time and get me out the other side of the exam with enough marks to pass. Somehow I very much doubt that this is the course where I achieve that elusive Distinction.
(I hasten to add that blogging tonight was done after as much TMA work as I could stomach for the evening, lest the Procrastination Fairy get her wings too firmly established on the desk).