I have been enjoying an absurdly long weekend, especially for November. Friday was the midterm, and once I got my papers in and finished invigilating at 11:00 I was done for the day. Monday was a holiday in lieu of Remembrance Day here in Nova Scotia, and then today is a non-teaching but working day. That is often the case for me on Tuesdays, as my main work is Monday, Wednesday-Friday, but this semester I’ve been teaching an extra course that has a class on Tuesday afternoons.
I have to say I was surprised how much of a difference that extra work has made for me. I’ve really noticed that I have been working more than full time, in the little things that I don’t have time to do: not a lot of time for writing, for reading for fun, for going for walks, for attempting to go to the gym, for cooking, for hanging out. I know my monthly reading lists makes it look as if all I do is read, but I would like to point out that (a) about a third to half of that is reading I do for work; (b) I don’t have a television and barely even watch movies (I’ve watched four in November, three of them since Thursday); and (c), since I live alone I read when I’m eating. And (d), I read very quickly.
Today I am getting back to work — I have a meeting at 11:30 and am going to do my readings and lecture preparations for the week, as I have another lot of papers coming in tomorrow — but I decided I got to spend one more hour this morning on my writing. I wrote for my usual forty-five minutes of journalling, some of which was working through some knotty plot-related problems in my story revisions. I’m writing this. The kettle’s boiling again so I can make another cup of tea, and then I’m going to sit down and see what I can do with those revisions.
I have had such a lovely weekend. I went for a long walk, I read, I watched the aforementioned movies, I had friends over for supper and made a few new dishes (the pear pandowdy was a hit), I slept in, I cleaned my apartment, I spoke to my family . . . I feel rested and refreshed. Ready for work again, and sanguine even about the marking to come. There are only three weeks left in the semester, astonishingly enough. Well — three teaching weeks. Then there will be oral exams and my class’s exam and marking papers galore. But I’m ready.