I thought about this--and you--because I dreamed last night that I was back in grad school. Trying to run my normal life (the job, the house, the kids, karate) while simultaneously trying to squeeze in grad school papers. I guess talking with you about finishing your packets is stirring up a lot of old memories for me.

When I woke up, I knew that it would be insane for me to be back in grad school, my life being what it is now.

But dammit. I still miss it. I still regret having to leave it.