Work begins again on July 24. Considering that this day is less than two weeks away now, I have decided that maybe the two weeks in the fall and two weeks in the spring aren’t worth it. I like long summers. Summer is more productive for me than any other time of the year.
Tomorrow we leave for Florida for a wedding, and the day after we get back, the hubby leaves for Annual Training. Work will start back up whilst he is gone, which stinks because it’s good to have someone to come home to but is good because I’ll be able to get everything ready for the year without neglecting him. I tend to get caught up in things once I get going. This is my first cohabitation with someone that’s not a guardian, so I’m trying to be considerate. Domestic even. Last night I had dinner almost ready when he got in from work.
I should be done with Lullaby tonight. The book has been sitting on the shelf forever, but like all of Palahniuk’s books, once I started it was difficult to put it down. That’s probably what I’ll miss the most when I go back to work. Between lesson planning, grading, and grad classes, there won’t be much time to just read for pleasure. One day I’ll work out a system that allows for these things.
also dishevelled:
In loose disorder; disarranged; unkempt; as, “disheveled hair.”
Disheveled hair means good things. Ratty hair is bad. But disheveled? That’s the stuff life is made of.
