... not with a bang but a whimper. Oh, okay, that's not quite what Eliot wrote. But 'The Hollow Men' is clearly about Monday morning in the lecture theatre — as experienced from either side of the lectern.
I've been up to my ear lobes in uni stuff, which is why I've been a bit slow to post. Not that work is going to get less frantic in the next few weeks. And now I look at my diary, I see that 'few' actually mean 'twelve'. Oh, well, that means that things will settle down around mid-December. It'll take a while but they will settle down.
The other thing that's been slowing my blogging activity over the weekend is my sore back. (Yes, I'm feeling very sorry for myself. What's the point of a blog if you can't be self-indulgent?) As much as I would like to blame the house-keeping, I suspect the slouching at the desk (with the computer in front of me) or on the sofa (with the computer on my knees) was the real problem.
But I was on a writing roll (7,000 words over the weekend), so I didn't feel like switching off the laptop while the muse was perched on the edge of the desk. (Bloody writing. Sure, it looks easy ...)
Of course, now I can't sit still for more than a few minutes at a time, so my productivity had plummeted. That'll teach me.