My dear friend AB finished her thesis and handed it in on Monday – hurrah! And I got a mention in the thanks section, which I think is rather nice – I helped with some proofreading. Not a whole lot, but I picked up some things, which I hope were useful. Anyway, based on the relief of handing in an Honours thesis (oh, such a long time ago…), I can imagine the joy of handing in a Masters.
As escape and for comfort, I pulled Stephen Baxter’s Space off the shelf on the weekend. Gosh it’s good. I’ve always liked scifi, but I think he’s the one who really got me into hard scifi – credit him with my appreciation of Alastair Reynolds, I think. I really must find my copy of Time, the first one written in the Manifold series – someone out there has it – or maybe I should just deal with it and buy another copy. I feel a bit bereft without it.
Part of me thinks: woo hoo! Not so much time with the kids in the next few weeks because of an assortment of public holidays, pupil-free days, and excursions! My ears will have a break.
The other part of me thinks: oh no! Not so much time with the kids in the next few weeks because of an assortment of public holidays, pupil-free days, and excursions! How will I fit everything in? Eep…
I vacillate between the two. Depending on the state of my ears, usually.