I ordinarily feel a wave of relief when the academic year ends, but the prospect of my full-year sabbatical leave has filled me with so intense an intoxication that I’m having a hard time bearing down and finishing the Easter-Term grading. The weather is lovely, and soon I’ll be totally free to let my mind wander, to follow whatever interests catch my attention, to shake free and stretch out.
But I really really really must finish grades now.