gillpolack @ 2015-09-03T17:10:00
My good news of the day is that the last of the tangled bits from the confused dates is sorted, and we've turned a problem into something rather special. The last week of term for my Wednesday students has been shifted to the second last week, and we're going to have an excursion to the National Portrait Gallery, with a guided tour and with me teaching and with time sitting down in the cafe, writing and eating. The week after I get to have my holiest day of the year, and then we all get two weeks off class for term holidays. Those two weeks will have a Conflux break, and otherwise will be my dedicated time for doing all the things that life has run interference with, these last two weeks.
Right now I'm doing deadline-stuff, and leaving the big stuff until that period. Thanks to a good employer and two good editors, this is possible. I can finish my paid editing and I can finish the interviews in my in-tray and I can just...be caught up. Without too much of a fuss.
It's very strange to suddenly be only two weeks away from the end of term. This term has been so busy and so fraught though, that it shouldn't surprise me. It also explains why I'm so very tired. The term has been dominated by the state of my right eye and by the woes that have surrounded people in my little world. I've spent a lot time recently worrying for friends, so I'm rather relieved they don't have to worry for me in return. It's been such a bad term for so many people.
And it will all be over, quite soon. And the High Holy Days will be upon me. And there will be honey cake. And everyone I know will have such a good and sweet year, to make up for the not-so-good sour year that most of you have endured. I have jelly babies to make this so. (I take my Doctor duties seriously - also, they were on sale and gelatine free and very suitable for offering to people who need cheering up, which is almost everyone right now. I just need to get out a brown paper bag...)
Right now I'm doing deadline-stuff, and leaving the big stuff until that period. Thanks to a good employer and two good editors, this is possible. I can finish my paid editing and I can finish the interviews in my in-tray and I can just...be caught up. Without too much of a fuss.
It's very strange to suddenly be only two weeks away from the end of term. This term has been so busy and so fraught though, that it shouldn't surprise me. It also explains why I'm so very tired. The term has been dominated by the state of my right eye and by the woes that have surrounded people in my little world. I've spent a lot time recently worrying for friends, so I'm rather relieved they don't have to worry for me in return. It's been such a bad term for so many people.
And it will all be over, quite soon. And the High Holy Days will be upon me. And there will be honey cake. And everyone I know will have such a good and sweet year, to make up for the not-so-good sour year that most of you have endured. I have jelly babies to make this so. (I take my Doctor duties seriously - also, they were on sale and gelatine free and very suitable for offering to people who need cheering up, which is almost everyone right now. I just need to get out a brown paper bag...)
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