Yesterday was packed. I ran, not a good pace but a run. Finished up marking and reporting, cleaned up, checked for messages, went to Morning Prayer, hurried to Oxford, tutorials for the rest of the morning, lunch, another tute, hurried to Dr Christine Joynes’s talk at the New Testament Seminar, hurried to the bus stop, and home. My students are great, but four sessions is just not enough time in a term; I’m sure my Hebrew Bible colleague Rachel has done great work with them, and I’m building on her foundation, but four weeks (with a change of subject, subtle but real, between the two halves) is the blink of an eye.
Today we did very little except to rest and make a list of houses to examine. I walked in the morning rather than ran. The day passed. Pippa checked in from the last day of her art teachers’ conference and we chatted about comics and fountain pens. A much-needed, no stress day.