Today I feel a little lightheaded; ‘unpleasantly like being drunk’, as Douglas Adams put it (‘What’s so unpleasant about being drunk?’ / ‘You ask a glass of water’). Having topped up the sugar levels just in case, I put it down to eyestrain from too much scrolling through online timetables. Ah, timetabling; a joyful experience. Trust no one; rooms don’t have the projectors they claim to have; some tutors have entered no data at all for their modules; I definitely haven’t yet mastered the art of being in two places at once. Otherwise right now I’d be sat at home with my feet up instead of at my desk.
Small and select gathering of just two book group members today, but we have a lively discussion over lunch about ‘Their eyes were watching God’ by Zora Neale Hurston. Suspect some colleagues dropped out of today because the language took a bit of getting into. Deep South is a long way from Tayside. Next month we go youthful and tackle ‘What I was’ by Meg Rossoff.
This is turning into an unexpectedly long week, frittered away in email threads here and there, sundry admin and liaison tasks, and small snacks of a more or less healthy nature.
