Or so the rabbbit says as he hurried on. I feel my life these days is a constant flurry of running after markers and deadlines -- a.k.a the saga of revision. My dyspraxia advisor says, plan things in manageable chunks. And then I get an image of a tuna chunk in my head. Oh, how I constantly associate new concepts with images of food, shapes and colors! But, to be fair, I did have some gains over the past week, sans the tuna chunk in my memory. I have an arsenal of detailed to-do lists and tons of printed articles to prove it. Now, what is left is keeping up to the list, which is where I begin to bungle things up. So, Mr. rabbit, can I scramble with you to your topsy-turvy world? Perhaps, I can make it after all...perhaps, perhaps, perhaps... but, oh dear, oh dear, i shall be too late - soon!
