School’s (Almost) Out
At 12:55 a.m. this morning, I sent a draft of my dissertation to my advisor, who will send it along to the committee. It was a small action, simple, and done without anybody else even knowing what was going on. Elena, starting to come down with a cold, was sleeping. Faustina, Chiara, and Therese were all asleep in their rooms. Karol had woken up at about 11 p.m. and was…