Three hundred and sixty four days ago, or a year ago tomorrow, our dog died. The magnificent Tess was no more, and some guilt still lingers amidst the general grief. Some times, those animals really do get to you. Thus, this is a sad time of year. She was a nice dog, and I still wish she hadn't been left alone, despite the signs. The heart aches.
Grief is a funny thing. Some things get filed to the back of the brain very quickly, never to be thought of again, and others become monumental in their permanence. It's very much like regrets over lost loves, where you realise that some of those failures were really very lucky escapes, and those regrets fade quickly, while others only grow in poignancy. They are all necessary parts of the rich tapestries of our lives. Where would we be without experiences, after all?
Despite sad things, there are reasons to be happy. Student registration is very suddenly at a high, and The overwhelming work overhead may be about to be slashed, if I can work out either how to balance everything well or stop part-time studies. The studying is really not working well! There's a problem, which ties in to a long-standing issue in past work: Switching between activities is really hard! In the old days, switching between research, writing, teaching and meetings was hideously difficult. Perhaps it's a sign of a warped brain, but not only is switching between teaching and studying difficult, but so is switching between written, spoken and online teaching activities. It's a monstrous endeavour! And that's not even factoring in household activities, which distract constantly. Well, without exaggerating any further, it's a difficult thing to try and pull off.
It obviously doesn't help to be hooked on the computer game 'Zeus: Master Of Olympus', either. Oh, the perils of old computer games! Things are looking up, nonetheless, and perhaps all will end well. Or the Kraken will get us all.
O.
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