I'm not going to summarize all the events of this weekend--partly because it would sound like a bad episode of Beverly Hills 90210/original Melrose Place/Gossip Girl--but let it suffice to say that some bad and crazy things have happened to people very close to me of late and this weekend represented an acceleration of that trend. I also don't want to revisit it or commemorate it further.
This week starts on its own hectic note. I've had to make some adjustments to next semester's teaching and hope I can keep up with my crazy schedule. At least I'm working at a time when many don't have that privilege. I'm also trying to get as much reading as possible finished before Mum and Dad arrive on Wednesday. I'd like to do some writing too but that looks increasingly distant. Anybody who thinks faculty get summers off have no idea how insane they are for most of us--how much work we have to squeeze into these months. In many respects, I think it is the busiest time of year.
Anne Jackson’s English Muffins
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