Slow morning

Amazingly slow morning today. Not that it was that late last night - Tim's department has a new intern from NY, so we all had dinner at C's place. (Having an intern is a big thing for them, since they are one of the smallest departments in the Firm. It's actually only the two of them [3,5 at a push if you count their consultant, and C's daughter, who was basically born into it, and me, who can do their Dutch manuscripts] unlike, say modern art who are 40!)

We were home already at 22, and Tim was sweet and let me watch the end of 'Love actually' on TV, which happens to be one of my favourite movies. There are so many heartwarming stories in it.

But I just can't sleep. And when I do, I just have stress dreams. It's just a combination of everything, I think. But perhaps the pressure of this last chapter is to blame the most. I have planned to send it in on Monday, before heading to Tel Aviv, so that I can actually enjoy the holiday without feeling overly stressed. Tim is really trying to be supportive, and I feel so sorry for being such a burden for him at the moment. I just can't tell you how much I want this to be over!!! Well... off to the Library then.