Down to the Tape

I feel like a horse that has run flat-out and now catches the scent of almost-home and gathers up the road beneath its hooves. I have 3 1/2 weeks of school left, and tomorrow night I have my real homecoming to our house in Cincinnati: no more partial weeks here and partial weeks there, no more frantically cramming homework into every waking moment.

This week has been good. I've not slept well, but I've slept. I've seen friends. I've talked and I've listened. There has been work and obligation, but they have been met. And I'm running to the end of this particular course, ready to have a little rest before the next heat begins. I wonder what it will bring?