Merry late Christmas, everyone. I had a loud and lovely time at home. Meats were cooked, gifts were gifted, wines were imbibed. Santa brought me The Complete Calvin and Hobbes. I’ve already read through Volume 1.
I leave tomorrow for Washington D.C. and a full roster of job interviews. My first one is tomorrow at 5:30, and I’m more than a little nervous, so if you could all spare an intellectual thought for me I’d appreciate the extra brain waves. I’m spending the evening making lists of books to talk about, recalling what the hell my dissertation was about, and trying so very hard not to succumb to the flu that has my sister (with whom I shared a bed last night) knocked out upstairs, and which I can feel making a home in the back of my throat.
I figure if I can stay healthy, remember what “English literature” is, and envision myself as an ass-kicking vixen from planet Smarter Than You for the next few days, I’m home free.