Today I had to get up early (UGH) to be at the University at 9 am for a meeting to talk about teaching next semester. It was -16 this morning and in our little village in Provence, it is 16!
It wasn't too bad once I was on the road. You see, it takes more than 4 1/2 months to get out of a rhythm that was 31 years in the making.
Other than slippery roads and a windshield wiper that doesn't do the job, the 45 minutes to get to work was just fine.
So I'm going to be teaching two courses that I designed and taught 25 years ago! At first, I was a little worried but now I know that this ole dog remembers a few tricks.
Home now, my greatest concern is to figure out what to make for supper and vacuum and dust the living room, oh, and there's a load of laundry to fold...
Such is the rhythm of my days. Tomorrow, I'm making soup and getting ready for a play date with my sister D. We'll be doing some sewing.
In the meantime, I have to pick another book to read. Do you have any suggestions?