Near The Finish Line

Been so tired this week. I've been reading papers practically non-stop when I'm not in my classes.  None of it is really new: I have long known that I will have no life for much of May or December every year.  However,  I feel more tired than in years past.  Maybe it's just because I'm getting older.  Or it could be the long, cold, dreary winter and almost non-existent spring we've had.


But I feel something else is happening:  This fatigue I'm feeling is the kind that comes when you're near the end of something and you're hoping that you have enough left in the tank, so to speak, to get you there.