Warming up

to another Friday – my favourite of days.  Not because it’s the end of the week – this is not a TGIF post – but because it’s a reading day.   A day devoted to reading my work and not students’.  

Although I enjoy teaching enormously, the  rhythm of a teaching day is not mine.  The rushing from class to office to class, being yanked from one topic to another by questions from left field; the need for constant diplomacy as one turns down proffered wrong answers to preserve the face of the answerer; the requirement to engage in phatic communion  with a patina of the erudite with the colleagues one meets in the corridor; these are not parts of my natural habitat. 

So I welcome a day at the desk, divided by dog walks  into sensible nameable parts like morning, afternoon and evening.