I'm still reading a few pages of Coetzee each day, trying to keep myself moving forward without exerting too much energy on my introduction before meeting with my supervisor later this week. I reckon the intro will involve a bit more intense an effort than the previous bit of writing required of me, so, given that the semester is ending soon (and, accordingly, I am both tired and inundated with last-minute work), I figure this period of comparatively light is more a necessity than a luxury. This isn't to say that I have been slacking off over Thanksgiving break; I haven't. It's just that, in addition to the dissertation, I've had more than 700 pages of reading to do for my classes. So, though my progress has been slow, I am pleased with myself.
For tomorrow: Read.