In which our heroine mostly fantasises about napping

There is a very particular kind of tired I get sometimes, when I feel like I'm tired out from doing good things. I feel kind of like that now. It is a bit like when you were a kid and went to the beach and were all exhausted afterwards.

Monday was lots of thesis, plus tax and lot of little things that needed doing, plus meeting two new students (who are lovely and terribly clever), then cycling to Greek class, then cycling home, then feeling overwhelmed by the effort of feeding myself, then preparing for my tutorials (on my xo!) until I keeled over. Yesterday was pretty much entirely preparing for tutorials, going to a lecture, then running tutorials. It all felt very rushed, but it was fun because my students are enthusiastic and do the readings. Hurrah! And today has been more progress on my thesis, albeit slow.

Tonight I am going to a talk, which I am mostly excited about because it means I get to cycle a different route from usual, and then a meeting, and then I will sleep and sleep and sleep.

I am looking forward to when things calm down a bit, but thinking about it I suspect that it may even be uphill from here. What I am hoping is that I will continue with good work patterns, and keep feeling enthusiastic about my work and teaching and possible-think-tank activities.

(I still miss you all, though.)