I always have visions of extreme productivity over the winter break. Never mind the fact that, each year, I need at least 4 or 5 days to recover from the semester. I rarely remember to schedule myself a break.
I haven’t done as much work as I wanted to do. I’ve been watching some good shows on Netflix– Jessica Jones (just wow, I was stunned by how good that show is; I’m still not fully able to talk about it); Jane the Virgin, (hilarious, and so so good); The Flash (good and funny); Arrow (I’m getting tired of The League of Assassins story line–if Batman isn’t there, I just don’t care that much, you know?)–and some terrible shows on Netflix (The Fosters; such a train wreck, but I’m still watching and can’t seem to stop). I’ve been coloring, and pleasure reading (The Wee Free Men by Terry Pratchett, right now; still one of the best books, and this quotation sums up why I think so: “That was how it worked. No magic at all. But that time it had been magic. And it didn’t stop being magic just because you found out how it was done…”).
I have worked a little on my dissertation. I determined a new structure for it. I’m dropping one chapter and expanding two others, so now I’ll have a total of four body chapters instead of three. It should be more manageable.
I’m planning my syllabus for the course I’m teaching and designing in the spring.
But mostly I’m just resting. Or so I tell myself. There’s been a bit of a depression relapse to deal with, brought on by issues I’m not going to go into here. I’m discouraged, that this relapse leveled me so thoroughly. The last couple don’t seem like relapses in comparison.
I suppose I don’t have much to say at this point. It is Christmas Eve Eve, which to me just means that if I want to get out of the house, I’ll have to do it tomorrow since everything will be shut down tomorrow, and possibly on the 26th as well in this town.
I do enjoy the quiet, though in some ways I look forward to the return of the semester. I miss the routine, even though I welcome the break.