It's a little dubious to write while in an online tutorial. It's very much an illicit activity. There's just something about these sessions that triggers the 'write or flight' reflex. Long long minutes of passive listening to other people causes an excessive burst of boredom, surely indicating a serious personality disorder. That must be something serious, yes? A severe disinclination to pay attention to other people's questions or presentations? This is one reason why academic conferences were so unbearably tedious. Unending hours upon hours of talks and questions...
My apologies should really go out to those other people in the tutorial. Especially the lady who got a wrong grammatical hint from me. Sometimes these things just happen. Thankfully, it is now all over, and there were some good things to take away for next week's French assignment. It's a nightmare to be so far behind on all the work, after weeks of disruption and poor concentration. Now, weeks after the demise of our poor hound, and definitively past the darkest period of the year, it feels like things are going to start working again.
Catching up from a backlog of over a month is extremely difficult. All you can do is keep going, and triage wherever possible to save some time. It's amazing that anyone ever finishes Open University courses, but the writer of the Quirky Muffin will be on that august list somehow.
It is, however, far too late now to crank out a proper blog post. For the curious, the current books on the top priority are 'Riders Of The Purple Sage', 'Journey To The West', Freud's 'Jokes And Their Relation To The Unconscious', and Doyle's 'Brigadier Gerard' stories. Also coming up on the screen side, 'The Bachelor And The Bobbysoxer'. Now, to sleep, and perchance to dream.