Returning from a trip, there is always the joy of your own bed, the place where you spend more time than anywhere else. A bed is more important than a chair or a desk, even if you're not actually awake for most of the time that it's in use. Yes, your bed is the best part of coming home... Sleep away, merry voyagers.
Now, having slept off travelling weariness, it's time to get back to normality. What does that mean? Teaching and studying, studying and teaching. There's no escape! Oh, and some baking. There should always be baking. What is life without highly experimental biscuits, after all? Just a hollow mockery. There needs to be a good sugar-free carrot cake, though. How to do it? How?
The quest for a sugar-free carrot cake has been long but erratic. Months can pass with little thought on the subject, and then suddenly it pushes itself back into the mind. There has to be a nice one, that doesn't require fake sugar substitute. There has to be! Maybe it could be merged into the experimental cookie path? That almost makes sense. Actually, it makes a lot of sense. It... could... work...! ('Young Frankenstein' has a lot to answer for.) We might be putting on the Ritz.
Oh, that bed is really calling now, after three students and the pressures of helping with exam preparation. It's a tough balancing act, as the exams move closer and closer, between past paper practice and explaining just why things happen and how the questions work. Every fibre of being demands teaching and illumination of the mysteries while the hours tick by and you are cornered more and more into drilling with past papers. It's tough.
Now to sleep, and perchance to dream. Hopefully, the nightmares of the last few nights will not recur. The Charmed Hockey Stick of Security should see to that. Worry not, it will be explained one day.
O.
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