In need of emphasis

I spent all day today with my personal tachometer pegged at, like, 8000 rpm (or whatever is really high).  What do I know?  I drive an automatic.  Red-lined is what I mean.  And that includes my commute home, when you’d think I could take some time to breathe, and when I was actually sitting in a car going 30 miles per hour (at most).  It wasn’t until I sat down to eat that I slowed down.  It wasn’t a bad day, just long and very busy.  I didn’t even realize I’d been racing all day until I walked into the house.  Now I’m home and fed and I’m going to have maybe a third of a cookie and some milk (it’s a really big cookie) and then go to bed and start all over again tomorrow.

For me, tomorrow means more of the same, but Emily and Corey have just embarked on brand new…things.  I’m not sure what word to use there.  “Brand new chapters” sounds ridiculous, and “brand new lives” sounds too momentous.  I mean, their happenings ARE momentous, but it’s not like they’re changing everything…okay, fine.  It’s a VERY big deal.  And it does change a LOT.  I mean, Emily just moved to a new apartment in a new city and started a new job today (and apparently her first day went well).  And today was Corey’s first day of law school, for heaven’s sake, which seems to have scared him to death.  He may bury himself so deep into his books that I won’t be able to talk to him for three years.  So maybe “brand new lives” isn’t such an overstatement.  (Also, I’m not sure why Corey starting law school required a “for heaven’s sake”, but it seemed appropriate.  I think it’s really cool, and even though law school has never appealed to me all that much, going back to school full time sounds lovely.)

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