Nothing deep or spiritual about this post. Just to acknowledge that I'm at that point in the semester when all the day-to-day reading and writing is done and it's time to start writing the term papers. This is my last real semester of course work for the STL degree.
Some of us student brothers used to have game we played at this time of semester. We would put up the number of pages left to write on our doors or screensavers and then count them down as we wrote. Somebody was once up to 96. Right now my magic number is 34 with sixteen days left to write, which is manageable so long as I start one of these days.