It's a strange day. I'm writing this now mostly to give myself a break, since I really, really need one.
I taught selkie stories this morning in class and my students are off pondering the mysteries of the seas for homework. Selkie stories have been haunting me recently and it was about time I transferred the haunt.
Immediately after class I raced through my weekly shopping and messages so as to get home in time to get out again for a 1 pm meeting. The meeting ended up being rather solitary. I've sent off urgent emails and I keep worrying that either I scared the writer off or that she's ill. Maybe it's neither. Maybe we just tangled times.
She just rang. An email never arrived. The one that had the cafe details, of course. I got 200 emails from January (all repeats) in my in tray this morning - I wonder if that is related. Anyway, I don't have to worry. All I have to do is extra work tomorrow, since she's happy to meet then. Only 2 meetings today, though, which is just as well, given I was just asked if I minded being interviewed about Robin Hood. Not as long as the interviewer didn't mind a certain lack of respect about the subject, I said. So, Christopher Lawrence of ABC Hobart will ask me questions shortly and I am wondering if I should teach him to sing Marion's little French ditty.
While I wonder, I'll admire the roses one of my students gave me. From her garden. There are two tea roses and three other old-fashioned ones.
It's a strange day, and a crowded day, but a good one.
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