Happy New Year everyone! I missed updating last Sunday as I was in the throes of The Essay, which I happily managed to submit online and think it probably enough to pass. I of course wanted to write something that was ground-breaking and distinction level, but have had to give myself a good talking to, that a pass is absolutely fine, given that I am holding down a couple of jobs at the same time.
Coming off the back of an exhausting overnight trip back from Kazakhstan, which marked the end of a week of fun and poor sleep, the extra workload of the essay was the nail in the coffin of the past week, which seemed to go no FOR. EVER. I had many early nights, tried to exist quietly and get lots done at work, which was a fail - this week will be interesting, when all those deadlines I ignored come home to roost. Meh. Fire me. I could do with the time off. I was naturally also ravenous and feeling very gym-resistant, so by Friday I was a mess.
This weekend has consequently been extremely restorative. I have played lots of Super Mario with Mr Z (we were unable to squeeze in our usual completion of the game over the Christmas break), eaten up the Christmas cheese, the mince pies and the negroni ingredients, been to the gym and enjoyed it, batch cooked a million veggies to see me through the coming week, read in the bath for an hour, marked an easy set of Y7 assessments and generally lounged. I have been reading What You Are Looking For Is In The Library, a translation from a Japanese bestseller, which was a secret Santa gift (along with some stickers of medieval cat illustrations, perfect). I have cast on a new knitting project - a cardigan that has been in my queue for about a decade, in aran weight, because I have forgotten how I was able to knit that weight within a month and right now that sounds very tempting. I finished watching 'Until I Kill You' - Anna Maxwell Martin was just superb.
So, yeah. Let's say the new year begins here, shall we? This week should hopefully be better.
