I can't believe it.
It happened so fast.
And today, for some strange reason, it's 81/30 degrees outside. Some of the trees have lost their leaves. Others are golden, rust, and pale celery. A lot of them will stay green year round.
It's kind of shocking to think that in 3 and a half weeks I'll be done with the semester.
Then I've got December and half of January to work on sending out essay number three and an anthology proposal, as well as writing and editing my ever-changing book manuscript.
December also witnesses my trimuphal return to the Midwest, to see my totally amazing and wonderful parents and their totally amazing and rather excitable dog. And I shall catch up with all my family friends and maybe even my very oldest friend.
I'm excited about New Years' too, which I get to spend in one of my favourite cities, with clever and delightful people and the Second Most Clever and Delightful Cat (aka "Trouble"). It will be 20 Below but I Won't Care. I seem to be into capitalization At the Moment.
I just have to get through the next three and a half weeks. Teach my classes, mark my essays, buy a new car, pay my bills, and drive safely.
4 comments:
I know. It's amazing that it was 80 out today. You may be surprised, but I was in your state yesterday, am writing this comment right now from a hotel in your state! Not your town though, or you know I would have had to stop by to say "hi". In this particular city, it was a record high of 83 on Friday, really nice out again today too. It is November 11th, I was walking around outside in just a t-shirt, and I was too hot! It was unbelievable! Soooo amazingly nice. Not at all like Montréal. The South rocks!
You were in my state! I hope you went to the beach or something.
Maybe that's why you only scored 97% Canuck: You're spending too much time south of the border! ;-)
Maybe I'll see you in January, in your country or in mine . . .
Only 5 teaching days left. I'm so happy. For you. You know. 5 days. Is a lot. Less than. 4 weeks. So. so. so. I'm so. Happy. For. You.
Hang in there. You'll be home sipping oolong and munching on your Christmas salmon tartare before you know it. And then it will be New Years and that will be nice.
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