It's back to the grind today with a pike and two-and-a-half twists thrown in to ensure my professional development... how ought one put it?... develops into a picturesque landscape of academic awe.*
The weekend recently passed was fabulous: it rained non-stop on Saturday which enabled the wife, baby and I the time we so desperately needed to remain in our jammies until the late pm; I stayed up until 4:39am watching the first innings of the cricket World Cup final where Adam Gilchrist and Co. entertained my weary eyes. It reminded me of the battle David had with Goliath although there were more sixes and fewer sligshots armed with rocks in this demolition; we drove around the hills on Sunday and gasped with the precision of timing associated with a metronome at the resplendid colours of the autumnal leaves.
But it's Monday (again). The new course I'm teaching is the type that involves serious dedication to pre-reading. This bugs me no-end as I prefer my academic preparation to arrive in the form of a hundred-and-twenty-minute blockbuster extravaganza in celluloid (see Pearl Harbor et al).
Not to worry as it is but Week Two and the students are still pondering the significance of the tongue sharpening device at the back of the room.
* Re-read this statement and if you're still debating its sense then join the Much Ado About What Exactly Club. It's free but today only.