2:12 pm and my brain is still sleepy.  Too late a night last night, too early a waking this morning, and too long a week preceding it. 

It took me all week to get the introduction and first chapter of my thesis drafted. Neither is particularly good, but at least they're done.  But if I stick with that pace, there's no way I'm going to get a full draft done by the end of the month.  I don't know if I'm capable of picking the pace up, either.  I'd hate to disappoint my supervisor, but I just don't think I can do it. 

Spring feels like its off to a slow start, too.  We've had some wonderful days, but they're invariably followed by rain and/or a cold turn.  I have no idea how to dress most mornings, and usually find that I've managed to miss the mark - short sleeves on a sunny day that turns out to have a biting wind, long sleeves and sweater on an overcast day that ends up being warm and muggy.  Maybe it's just as well, though - once the weather turns warm for good, I'm going to have a terrible time making myself sit inside and get work done.  And there's still so much work to be done . . .