Since I woke up feeling a bit ill this morning, I opted to skip all the fun parts of my day and spend my time sleeping off as much of the rheuminess as possible. Once I shook the lingering effects of congested sleep from my body, I managed to get up, walk over to my computer and write a few more pages of the Disgrace chapter.
As usual, all the hallmarks of Erik-in-writing-mode have appeared. The waves of lassitude, anxiety, and self-doubt have been sloshing about, jostling me here and there, but, as always, I have tried to extend my middle finger in that timeless gesture of brazen nya-na-na-na-na-na and just keep working. But I would be lying if I said there weren't a few moments when I really, really wanted to stomp off into the woods, leaving academia far behind me.
Seriously, once spring arrives, I'll be hiking a lot, I'm sure. Though I may bring a book with me...