Ok. I was supposed to be digging in to Hardy’s Far from the Madding Crowd yesterday and today.
I did not.
I got sucked into Peter V. Brett’s The Warded Man on audiobook! And damned if I was going to shut it off to either read Hardy or work on my syllabus. Some days require fun.
[Who knows what I’ll get up to when I have to slog through Clarissa next month!]
Now the novel is over (until the sequel comes on Tuesday). And, while Hardy seems a much more lively option to revising and restructuring my syllabus, the syllabus is more pressing.
To amuse yourselves, imagine me hunched over the keyboard determining grammar exercises and writing assignments and doom. With a snoring cat on my lap. And maybe a beer. Yeah, let’s go with that.