tuesday morning.

I’ve been up since 5: E. and I are trying to get into this habit, so that he can make it to his 8am (twice a week) and 9am (thrice a week) classes. It’s beautiful: circumstances encourage me to get up, get dressed and washed and maybe even breakfasted early in the morning so that I can take my love to the bus. Then, the day slowly opens up with light and noises, and I can drink another cup of oversteeped tea with milk.

I’m finally caught up on work-related email. Today is a day of planning: what conference calls-for-papers would be good to respond to, what reading I’d like to do, what my technical involvement might be. This semester is the platonic ideal of the entire two-year job gig: we’re far enough along that the technical infrastructure is baaaasically there, and the kickass encoder of yore is back for another semester of fellowship that will allow him to (hopefully) finish encoding our longest text. This leaves me with a lot of time to think, and the privilege isn’t lost on me.