It's been a busy sort of rest this Christmas with some great fun gigs, and some perspiration-inducing marking sessions with more to come. Being an academic reminds me of the way that caterpillars move: scrunched up to breaking point at regular intervals followed by a stretch and a spread. At the points where I'm up at six and marking by seven with a ten-hour session ahead, I feel like giving up; but then the sheer variety will kick in and I'm speeding ahead having a great time and feeling bloody useful too.
Everything constantly changes and seemingly momentous issues hang on a whisker.
Anyway, over and out for now.
(mis-written as over and pout; do you think I'm in for a glamorous 2014?)