It's been a long week here at my home on the hill or, more precisely, at the university to which I descend every morning. If I thought I worked hard last week, this week redefined the limits of hard. Not because the work was especially challenging, but only because it was long: 11 hours a day (from 8am-7pm), followed by a one hour break for the trip home and dinner, and then a few hours of studying before collapsing into bed.
This Thursday finds me feeling scraped a bit thin--like too little butter over too much toast, to paraphrase a much better writer than myself--and in need of a some positive reinforcement before I face the next 11 hours. I'm hoping the coffee kicks in before 8 o'clock.