I'm doing the only things that seem to make sense--drinking too much caffiene and singing along to this:
My house is quiet after a weekend of guests and killing off the brain cells we're celebrating. My life is quiet.
It's unsettling.
I'm so very thankful for the support I've gotten from my family and friends these past four years. Frank is the best sweetheart, my personal cheering section.
I wish I was more cheerful. The ceremony froze me. It was not the impact, but the cold. The thousands of names, blank faces, black gowns, crossing the stage with me. The list is long; it falls off the lips like you're chanting. I'm mesmerized, but I'm listless. One more black gown. One more white tassle.
And yet I still am smiling on the cusp of tears. It's indescribable.