My son pointed out to me this morning that I don't so much obsess on a song (in this case A Kiss From A Rose) as I do fixate on it. Pot...pan... same thing.
I'm still dazed about the fact that I'm almost done with school. My brain knows that I only have (for all practical purposes) a week left, but I don't really seem to be able to comprehend that. I keep telling myself After This Term I'm Done!, but it hasn't really sunk in.
I suppose that is, in part, because I've got so much work to do this week. I'm distracted by the mountain of homework, and it's blocking the light at the end of the tunnel.
OK, speaking of the mountain of homework, I'd better get back to it. I really need to get it done so I can start in on the mountain of laundry hiding behind it.