Not complaining

When the semester ends I usually want to hole up and read trashy novels, eat junk food, and watch TV. And of course that's what folks assume I'm doing. "You're all done for the year? And you're not teaching this summer? Must be nice..." I know what they're thinking. Bon-bons on the couch.

Graduation was Sunday and yesterday was the last faculty meeting of the year. No bon-bons yet. I have a to-do list a mile long (very belated book review, conference prep, article, book orders and prep for fall, grant proposal...). So far I have done...nothing on the list. I have done a little conference prep, but not enough to cross it off. I've looked at the (very, very hefty) tome I have agreed to review, and been intimidated once again. I've checked out some not-too-trashy novels from the library. And a knitting book. And I have every hope of getting everything on the to-do list done, or at least reassigned, by the end of the summer.

But right now, all I want to do is nap.