So far, I haven’t noticed that my day job has come to an
end. There’s been no change in my routine. After all, I’ve always had summer
break (except for the two years that I was out of academe, causing me both
times to run back to the Ivory Tower screaming, “Take me back! Take me back!”),
and so far nothing is different. It’s been a normal summer break.
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| With the other new emeriti |
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| Sleepy and stubbly, but happy! |
Or has it?
After Vanderbilt’s commencement, we went to our son’s commencement (way to go, Patrick!) and a mere few days afterward, off to Italy for a brief but very lovely trip (lots of photos). We came home and I had barely started making a dent in my jet lag when I went to speak at a conference, came home, and am now preparing for two more conferences.
After Vanderbilt’s commencement, we went to our son’s commencement (way to go, Patrick!) and a mere few days afterward, off to Italy for a brief but very lovely trip (lots of photos). We came home and I had barely started making a dent in my jet lag when I went to speak at a conference, came home, and am now preparing for two more conferences.
This is the busiest June I’ve ever had. I don’t think I would have committed to all this busy-ness if I’d
also had to plan classes, make syllabi, check on book orders, etc. But this, after all, is why I decided it was time to say “Goodbye, day job!” I’ve rarely had trouble finding time to write; it’s the time for promotion—including speaking at conferences—and for travel that has been hard to find. Or at least it was until this summer.
So maybe I have noticed.
