November 14, 2011, 2:16 pm
Confession: lately when my friends with colds, the flu, or Lyme disease comment on Facebook that they are spending the day in bed with cats, television, and hot tea, I think to myself, “Oh, that sounds so nice.”
I’m tired. So tired that I am, bizarrely, jealous of my friends who are sick. And I feel guilty about feeling tired. I’m still relatively young, I don’t have children, I don’t work more than 40-45 hours a week. I should be able to find time to go to the gym, cook nice dinners, and go out and be social a couple of times a week. I should be able to keep my house cleaner. It’s not too bad, but sometimes it smells like dog, and my desk drawers are a mess. And there’s that one lightbulb in the kitchen that we’ve never gotten around to replacing. Don’t even mention the back yard.
Compared to other people in academia, I always thought I was pretty good at “taking care of myself”…
November 2, 2011, 9:45 am
Yesterday I had to turn in a major administrative report, one that took about six weeks to prepare and required bending nearly 400 people to my will. (My spouse says this makes me the equivalent of a lieutenant colonel. I like that.) As a result, there are many, many tasks that I put off until November 2: manuscripts to review, a paper to revise and resubmit, encyclopedia chapters that I agreed to write, emails to answer…
What I'd rather be doing right now.
Now I’m sitting here, staring rather blankly at my computer screen wondering where to start. I feel like my brain is broken. It’s like a work hangover. I know I should just put down the Halloween candy, close Firefox, open up any one of these files, and just get started. But all I want to do is go back home, get under the covers, and finish reading…