Today we are almost halfway through the March Slice of Life Challenge. My family and I are about halfway through this security line, but not yet halfway through our trip home. On paper, my lessons are less than halfway planned for next week, but in my head I’m way past halfway done. I am not even close to halfway done with grading I was supposedly going to do during March Break.

Statistically, I’m more than halfway through my life.

I tend to think of myself as a glass-half-full sort of person, but sometimes I’m glass-half-empty.

I’m really hopeful that the snow we left behind will be more than half gone when we get back. I’m only one third of the way through our bookclub book, and the next meeting is Friday. No problem. (See: glass half full, above.)

I’m starting to slow down on this list, so I’m almost certainly more than halfway through.

I’ve made eye contact with over half of the babies in this line, and played peekaboo with two. I’m half ready to go home, see the pets and sleep in my own bed, and half wishing we could live in Cayman forever. I halfway wish I’d used the washroom before we got in this line.

Some of our clothes were only half dry when we packed them today. Sigh.

We are not even close to halfway through Trump’s second term, but we are more than halfway through the 2020s.

Many people believe that we are living in the beginning of a new era, the Anthropocene, but my family and I are now at the end of the line, so I’m at the end of this post.