|The view out the back, at 6.12am|
|The street at 6.00am|
Atmospheric it might be, but a bugger to drive through. It takes a little longer with the rain and the fog, a bit of mist and mizzle but one gets to work eventually, with enough time to get ready for the next workshop, the first years.
This one will take a little longer, more students but shorter presentations. It is always such a reward to see how far so many of them have come in just 13 short weeks. It does seem tough but they all do so well.
|The office, at 6.12pm|
I'm still in the office at 6.12pm, marking, aiming to get as much marked this week as I can. The mug of coffee is courtesy of the Art Institute of Chicago...one of my favourite places. I'm also finding the language of our political discourse this week rather disturbing...while all the kerfuffle surrounds leadership, asylum seeker bodies are left in the ocean where their boat sank and Nelson Mandela is in a serious condition in hospital. These are important things. I need to work harder, through this fog.