I made a promise to myself this morning that I would leave work each evening at 5.30pm and not bring any paperwork home with me. So far, I've managed to keep pretty much to that schedule. I don't expect it will last.
Not a bad day. A bit frantic because I'm me and the Head of School until Christmas—but not as horrible as last week. (I refer you to earlier throwaway lines about famous last words.) We've got endless committee meetings (endless both in number and duration), unsatisfactory progress meetings, special and supplementary exams ... And, if we keep it very quiet, we might even be able to sneak out for an end of semester lunch. But no one's banking on it.