A. clap his hands in delight and pronounce it charming (no chance of this)
B. shake his head with a rueful smile and ask me to move them soon (probably)
C-F. any response less loving/indulgent than B.
(Dear Diary, he got a B.)
A. clap his hands in delight and pronounce it charming (no chance of this)
B. shake his head with a rueful smile and ask me to move them soon (probably)
C-F. any response less loving/indulgent than B.
(Dear Diary, he got a B.)
First business appointment today was Zoom court, where JL's PPO (personal protection order) against their stalker ex was upheld and extended. Abusers are really their own worst enemies--the judge was visibly deprecating of his disrespect and narcissism (I was too).
Some committee work + paperwork + unfinished business... Then a lovely, supportive, mentoring all-women meeting. We're opening up the previously faculty-only group to staff and admin; I want to get athletics, facilities/janitorial, and our catering staff involved too!
A kind shoutout from Mel at Stirrup Queens, a heads-up that an old poem had been published in The Scriblerus Spring Issue, and a Google scholar alert about an essay that was picked for an anthology and is now in print round off the writing updates for the week.
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Pic: Two weeks or so ago, our cherry blossoms at their peak.
Got grades done yesterday; long meetings today; all-day meetings with the Board of Trustees tomorrow; multiple meetings Friday. My annual faculty update is due next month. I'd better find a way to set boundaries and make summer writing work for me if I don't want a repeat of last year's lost summer.
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