T-minus 4 days

In four days I turn forty.

On balance, this bothers me less than I expected--and only because I'm not yet ready to decommission the babymaker, while also quite leery of diving back into the scummy pond of zombie parenthood that is nursing an infant.  On the up side, considering family history and general health I've likely got a few years left, on the down side I'd rather make hay while the sun shines.  Then there's school, which is coming along slowly, but I've scored a job in the field and am beginning to build the kind of contact network that makes a career interesting.

So I'm spoiled for choice here, and will have to embrace a completely different approach from my plan-to-death m.o.  Namely, work on everything at once, as it comes, and let things come to fruition in an organic way.  Get in better shape, pay off last semester, review previous coursework, keep building relationships with the pros, knit a few diaper covers,  finish the pre-reqs, apply to the program, read more journal articles, stop trying to figure out how it's all going to play out and just juggle the balls as they fall.

*Pries graph paper out of sweaty palms*