gillpolack @ 2011-08-16T14:10:00

I'm trying hard to avoid work, but it happens anyhow. I've done all but about a half hour of the teaching prep for tonight, and likewise all but about a half hour for tomorrow morning. I've reported in to my supervisor and sorted out everything for a seminar I'm giving at Monash University next month. I have arranged my holiday (about which I'm not warning everyone, remember? this means you have not seen the early part of this sentence) and have determined that honey cake will be available at my place (with pot luck dinner) on Erev Rosh Hashanah (28 September). I have heard back from all the editors I emailed stuff to (mostly "yes, we have your article but we can't actually look at it yet").

I have completely forgotten where I was up to in terms of everything else I was doing. What this means is that I shall write for a bit, then have lunch, then finish those teaching preps and wend my way to university and meet my new students. Tonight is mainly overviews and backgrounds and senses of place and time and holy and weird and what magic and myth mean in terms of the Middle Ages as opposed to, say, the 19th century, plus how to spot fairies. I need to know which of the many subjects we *can* talk about in six weeks that they actually *want* to talk about.