daylight

This weekend I suddenly found myself landed with more work than I dared imagine. Having finished teaching practice yesterday, was looking forward to a restful weekend without any lessons to plan, only to discover that an assignment I thought was due May 22nd is due Tuesday. And with the Songs for Sao Paulo fundraiser on Monday, that means I spent today alternating between staring at this screen and thumping a basketball around the yard.
By some miracle, I've got most of it done. It's a mess, but it's nearly done. [It's also the first time I've done a uni assignment on Pages, previously only used for poster design and presentation stuff, but vastly superior to Word in every way possible.] So at least I won't be wrecked come Monday morning.
And I'm getting really good at three pointers.

probed

Underwent one of these yesterday. Without sedation or any kind of numbing. Have settled for describing the experience as something akin to trying to swallow a box of lego. All at once.

bookworms

Just noticed that some of what I would (like to!) think of as 'lesser work' has appeared online, courtesy of my current 'employer'... this is what happens when you become the English department's dogsbody, i guess. It's worth mentioning the article though - to highlight this year's World Book Day last month, our school suspended class for an hour each day Wed-Fri of that week, for whole school reading: pupils, teachers, office staff, the lot. The annoying thing was that when class resumed, everyone just wanted to curl up and go to sleep.

and when did you last see your father?

Few things provoke as instant a memory for me as stopping to examine my [now] adult hands all "gardened up". I keep waiting for my dad to walk around the corner of the hayshed and kick my ass for not doing anything useful, other than cut grass for half an hour and call it a day's work.