gillpolack @ 2015-02-07T19:34:00
Recipes are now tomorrow. This is because I have a delightful (and high) fever. I'm doing what must be done in between resting and I'm hoping that it will burn out soon. It turns out that there's a virus going round the uni and it's a two week one and it starts off as a cold, so this may well be the exhausting stage. I've got until Tuesday to get over it, because from Tuesday to Friday there are bunches of un-cancellable tasks to do outside the home.
I haven't done everything I had to this last week or so, but I've finished my close edit of the beast, and done the same for the next novel, and taught twice (one of which is a new group and thus needed more prep), and handled the eyesight issue and just about finished my end of the Aurealis judging and emailed a few people about this year's Women's History Month (I stopped emailing after the first set of queries this year, because within 24 hours I had enough guests for the whole month - there are many wonderful writers I would have loved to have heard from, but March is of limited length and so I was unable to invite them - if this is you, I'm happy to share a link to any post you make on the subject with everyone else) and done a bunch of paperwork. I'm behind, but not impossibly so and if I keep pottering away at things when I'm not resting, I'll be fine.
And this is why I went silent. I had and have fascinating fever dreams, you'll be pleased to know and have spent chunks of my downtime analysing them.
My big discovery of the last few weeks is just how little tolerance I have for idiots. I will be polite to them and they will not know that I think they need to use their brains, accept that other peoples' life experience are real, and especially to stop mansplaining.I am not talking either of my students nor of my close friends, just some acquaintances who have probably been too protected for their own good.
PS My fever at the moment is mild. Intermittent nasty fevers are apparently the mark of the last few days of this charming and unusual virus. Also it doesn't appear to be that infectious - one area of the university has it, not the whole campus. This is a big relief!! Also, no market this week, but I can go to the supermarket next, so it's all OK.
I haven't done everything I had to this last week or so, but I've finished my close edit of the beast, and done the same for the next novel, and taught twice (one of which is a new group and thus needed more prep), and handled the eyesight issue and just about finished my end of the Aurealis judging and emailed a few people about this year's Women's History Month (I stopped emailing after the first set of queries this year, because within 24 hours I had enough guests for the whole month - there are many wonderful writers I would have loved to have heard from, but March is of limited length and so I was unable to invite them - if this is you, I'm happy to share a link to any post you make on the subject with everyone else) and done a bunch of paperwork. I'm behind, but not impossibly so and if I keep pottering away at things when I'm not resting, I'll be fine.
And this is why I went silent. I had and have fascinating fever dreams, you'll be pleased to know and have spent chunks of my downtime analysing them.
My big discovery of the last few weeks is just how little tolerance I have for idiots. I will be polite to them and they will not know that I think they need to use their brains, accept that other peoples' life experience are real, and especially to stop mansplaining.I am not talking either of my students nor of my close friends, just some acquaintances who have probably been too protected for their own good.
PS My fever at the moment is mild. Intermittent nasty fevers are apparently the mark of the last few days of this charming and unusual virus. Also it doesn't appear to be that infectious - one area of the university has it, not the whole campus. This is a big relief!! Also, no market this week, but I can go to the supermarket next, so it's all OK.
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