The Honeymoon is Over

At some point in the last couple of weeks, all this reading stopped being a pleasure and started being a chore. There's always at least one class in which I'm right on the edge of falling behind. The information is still interesting, but sometimes a body wants to stop and reflect. I can't just sit still and read for three hours at a stretch the way I could in September. I'm afraid the four weeks leading up to Thanksgiving break are going to be a death march.