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I aten't dead
Jul. 8th, 2023 07:43 pmI didn't actually mean to stop posting here, I just...kept not getting round to it. And here I am three months later. Ooops.
I suspect that was mostly because term was busy and exhausting. The UCU marking and assessment boycott has been the crisis we really didn't need to round off the first "normal" academic year after three years of pandemic disruption and it has all been a bit much, really.
I haven't been swimming nearly enough, largely due to the A34 having been closed for roadworks almost every weekend since mid-May, meaning that the 20-minute drive to the river was taking an hour each way. I have been swimming regularly in the chlorine tank but that's just depressing, especially the utterly grim state of the changing rooms.
I haven't been walking much, either, even though I finally cracked and bought a DSLR and it does take great photos.
I am (obviously) quite depressed again but I'm not really sure what to do about that.
I had last week off work. We went to visit my parents (father: possibly a bit more mobile than last time but sleepy and confused and mildly cantankerous; mother: just tired) and were planning to have a day at the seaside, but the weather wasn't great and while you'd think that they're much closer to the sea than we are, it actually takes a good hour each way to get to the nearest coast, and that's just Great Yarmouth, and that felt like too much effort, especially as I'd managed to give myself food poisoning by eating bad hummus, missing the last day before my break (including saying farewell to my brilliant office manager, and the faculty garden party), and was still feeling a bit wobbly and occasionally nauseous at that point.
I am very tired. Which might also be the lingering effects of the food poisoning, or just life.
I suspect that was mostly because term was busy and exhausting. The UCU marking and assessment boycott has been the crisis we really didn't need to round off the first "normal" academic year after three years of pandemic disruption and it has all been a bit much, really.
I haven't been swimming nearly enough, largely due to the A34 having been closed for roadworks almost every weekend since mid-May, meaning that the 20-minute drive to the river was taking an hour each way. I have been swimming regularly in the chlorine tank but that's just depressing, especially the utterly grim state of the changing rooms.
I haven't been walking much, either, even though I finally cracked and bought a DSLR and it does take great photos.
I am (obviously) quite depressed again but I'm not really sure what to do about that.
I had last week off work. We went to visit my parents (father: possibly a bit more mobile than last time but sleepy and confused and mildly cantankerous; mother: just tired) and were planning to have a day at the seaside, but the weather wasn't great and while you'd think that they're much closer to the sea than we are, it actually takes a good hour each way to get to the nearest coast, and that's just Great Yarmouth, and that felt like too much effort, especially as I'd managed to give myself food poisoning by eating bad hummus, missing the last day before my break (including saying farewell to my brilliant office manager, and the faculty garden party), and was still feeling a bit wobbly and occasionally nauseous at that point.
I am very tired. Which might also be the lingering effects of the food poisoning, or just life.
