There's a dissertation rolling around in my head.

We're really in it now: The final chapter of the dissertation season.

The data is in, it's organized.  The proposal is back out, the notebook is full of sketches, the kitchen is full of treats.

Wait, what?

Yep, treats.

It turns out that my kitchen is a dissertation breeding ground,

as thoughts roll through my head and bread rolls out of my oven.

Eventually those thoughts make their way to the dining room table [along with the treats...] and then:

My brain gets tired.

But, at least my tummy is full....