I can tell from the pile on my desk that the end of the semester is here.
I think the box of tissues gives it a little more heft and panache, don't you think? There's a second round of sickness going on these days so it's just as well the tissues are in my "to do" heap, just in case.
"The end of the semester" is going to last almost a whole month, though, so I have to ready myself for a race of endurance, not speed. I'm already trying to decide what book I'm going to read on January 13th to celebrate the end. Because on that day, unlike now, there will really, really be nothing else that I'm supposed to be reading or critiquing or teaching or analyzing. Until next semester starts, anyway.
I think the box of tissues gives it a little more heft and panache, don't you think? There's a second round of sickness going on these days so it's just as well the tissues are in my "to do" heap, just in case.
"The end of the semester" is going to last almost a whole month, though, so I have to ready myself for a race of endurance, not speed. I'm already trying to decide what book I'm going to read on January 13th to celebrate the end. Because on that day, unlike now, there will really, really be nothing else that I'm supposed to be reading or critiquing or teaching or analyzing. Until next semester starts, anyway.