Thursday, August 25, 2016

August 25. Day 238. You can all duck off

 And here we go again. It's that time of semester where the overwhelming sense of drowning begins. Where the piles of marking mount and the piles of bottom flare from sitting so long over the mounting marking. It's exhausting and of course the more you need sleep the less time there is for the dearly beloved ZZZZZs. But I have come to realise that saving time by tying yourself to your desk is a false economy. The brain as well as the bottom need a break and the dogs need a walk. So off we went to visit the ducks. I feel fairly certain that the ducks could have lived without the enthusiastic welcome offered by Rumple and Winkle. They were, indeed, ducking for cover but when it was all over I know we all felt better for it. And it's not as though the marking's going anywhere much as I might wish it would. Sighs.

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