I had a dream. I had a lovely wonderful dream that I would be so terribly organised that my Christmas holidays could begin on December 15th (right after finishing my last class and finishing up the paperwork for it) and then I could do some nice organising-of-teaching-resources that I’ve been saying to myself I ‘really must do’ for the past couple of years, and instead I’ve spent December at the sort of low-level sickness that lets you go and teach for a couple of hours and then go home and collapse and not do very much of All The Other Things One Should Be Doing. So on December 23rd I decided I was taking Christmas holidays, and a lot of Lemsip.
And still I have the guilt, for which I blame the ol’ Catholic upbringing. Plus the same cough/cold combo I’ve had for weeks. (I’ve just started watching House, in which there is much Ominous Coughing, so there’s a lot of self-diagnosis/hypochondria going on during the viewing process.) I think among my 2010 goals will be to actually learn how to take time off without feeling guilty, even though a little voice in my head is saying “but then you will get nothing done, and become lazy and unmotivated and useless!” Quiet, little voice! Quiet!
This could get a lot more neurotic, but let’s have a pretty segue into dream furniture… I really want a chair that is also a bookcase. Sadly, do not think any Irish shops stock such a thing of wonder. But I love the idea of a bookcase chair. Possibly more in theory than actuality.