Today is the end of Spring Break. While I did finally realize that if I don't want to grade papers over the break, I shouldn't have them due just before it starts, I still had a lot of work to do. I graded midterms. I calculated midterm grades. I tried to shoehorn in eight more weeks of planning classes because I never seem to have enough time to really feel prepared anymore. I tried, I say, because I pretty much planned only two weeks, with a slightly less hazy vision of the six after that. And while I intended to clean up my piles of stuff on the office desk, I never got around to that. I'm glad my officemate is understanding.
So, what did I do? Good question. Cora and I were able to go for a walk a couple times as the temperature got up to 50+. I made better dinners, like the pasta and veggies Cora and I had last night (she was happy to eat the broccoli provided I fed it to her. She didn't want to touch it.). I finished a candy bar book. I'm halfway through Death's Acre (Cora's favorite cover - and a fascinating book - Bill Bass virtually invented forensics as we know it today through CSI; It wasn't until the freaking eighties that we really had a decomposition timeline for heaven's sake!). And I've started Kite Runner, which I'm supposed to be halfway through for book group tomorrow morning. I haven't done any sewing, though.
I was in the university library yesterday morning, looking for books about the playwrights we've got coming up in class, and I had a realization. An epiphany. I need to read more novels. I need more time for reading. I don't know where it is going to come from, but I have to find it.