Monday always seems to come around far too quickly. I feel like just one more day and I’d be satisfied. This is going to be my first full week back at work post holiday, which probably means it’s going to feel very long. Next week I’m going to a conference and ditto for the following week (although just for a day). Classes don’t start for two more weeks. Second semester isn’t usually as difficult to prepare for as first semester. I don’t work on projects over winter break that have to be implemented before everyone gets back. Most people’s memories are less porous over the shorter break so there’s less hand holding. But there are still things to be done. I will organize a workshop for Blackboard. I’m running a local conference. I’m upgrading and reconfiguring the blog software. Things are quiet around campus without the students and faculty around and it’s hard to get motivated when you know people are enjoying the last couple of weeks of vacation. Sure, they’re adjusting their syllabi, maybe polishing off an article, but it’s at a semi-leisurely pace in the location of their choice. Me? I’m in the basement of a 1980s building.
I’m supposed to set goals for myself for the coming year. I’m thinking surviving might be a good one. I’ve done so much in the last couple of years that I’m thinking it might be time to sit back and just do the minimum to get by. That’s not really my style, but maybe I’m feeling worn out and tired. Maybe Monday came too soon.