I just thought about it, people, and I realized that I work a lot. Here is how my day usually goes during these summer vacations:
9 am – 10 am – I do my athletic activities and eat oatmeal. What choice do I have if it’s so horribly hot and I have a tendency to get hypertensive in summer?
10 am -11 am – teach my online course (moderate discussions, answer emails and questions, etc.)
11 am – 12 pm – work on my manuscript
12 pm – 1 pm – lunch and blogging
1 pm – 2 pm – work on my manuscript
2 pm – 3 pm – grade student assignments in my online course
3 pm – 5 pm – do research for my manuscript, look up new sources, read them, organize the bibliography, plan the writing
5 pm – 6 pm – cooking
6 pm – 7 pm – a break
7 pm – 8:30 pm – go for a walk with N.
8:30 pm – 12 am – working on my translation
I think that since I work so hard I should stop feeling guilty about my plan to read the entire Palliser Chronicles by Trollope.
Trollope is fun reading. You should never feel guilty about fun reading (either doing or not doing it). Actually, I’m not in favor of feeling guilty about things that aren’t sins or crimes, but I know guilt sneaks in a lot of places.
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I have no idea why I’m being so foolish about this. Since when is reading good books a shameful act?
But I honestly feel like a spoiled overindulgent creature for this.
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Maybe because the word ‘Trollope’ is so close to a negative word for a woman???
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