It's been too long, he said

Tonight, while eating tortilla chips at one of our favorite Mexican restaurants, my husband said, "You haven't blogged since February 9."

"That can't be true," I denied.

"February 9," he repeated.

"But ... Oh, yeah." My mind raced back to the day my friend died. It was February 9.

So, dear readers, I have to admit my husband was right. (Don't tell him I said that!)

So, what's been up with me? I hope you are wondering. Let me run it by you real quick: School is heating up. The assignments are piling up. Mid-terms are just around the corner.

And this death blindsided me.

I had a three-day migraine. I am going to a physical therapist for a disc issue and I am still putting in 12 hours each day (work and field practice.)

I am not whining. Just offering the facts. Trying to keep it real.

Last night my husband, a food writer, judged a local tasting event. We were put up in a great hotel with an amazing two-headed shower and a super-comfortable bed. I ordered a healthy breakfast of grapefruit juice, berries and melon fruit cup, low-fat yogurt, bran muffin and coffee.

Straight from the hotel, and before I went to work today, I had a two-hour reflexology massage. Then I worked at the magazine for four hours.

Which leads me to the Mexican restaurant and my sweet husband's comment (aka reminder).

Tomorrow I am going to review all my assignments, create a plan and get to it. I will also work out a plan to study for my mid-terms and then, I will do the best I can.

I know that it's a struggle for everyone right now, so I am not the lone ranger. And I'm not going to fail. I have a 4.0; I should be okay. I am not bragging -- I am trying to bolster my self-confidence, which is floundering.

I apologize for my ramblings, but this is where I'm at. If I can't be honest, I can't do this blog.

Thank you for your support.

--Ms. T. J.