Let's just get it out.
Friday: wake up, running, paper due, seeing Mattison off to his race, dinner, packing, studying
Saturday: moving stuff home, hair cut, job appointment?, papers, studying, more packing
Sunday: running, papers, Mattison returning from race, studying
Monday: Latin final, appointment with Prof Willette, work, running etc
Tuesday: Allergy tests, 351 paper due
Wednesday: more packing
Thursday: 251 final
Friday: packing, crying, freaking out.
Saturday: Goodbye.

Yes. I'm starting to freak out. Am I really ready for another summer? Am I ready to start a new job? New classes? Moving home to an empty house?

I'm really not ready to grow up, to do all this. But maybe doing things before one believes to be ready is the way of finding your limits, or perhaps, hopefully, finding your confidence.

Whatever the answer. I'm still trying to keep the craziness under control.