Something like loss, and youth and beauty and a HELL OF A YEAR come to mind.
It is revision- central 'round these parts. Oh, well. My committee chair wants this thing sparkly before sending it to my third reader. Good on the one hand...since it means I'll have less to do following my defense in May.
Bad on the other...because to do revisions, I have to STOP MY REGULAR WRITING. I keep getting the sense I'm falling behind. Chapter three is still under construction, and I need to keep moving on it.
Since it looks like the next few months won't get any easier...
There's always Clairol.