I have a little time to kill between our awesome dinner (Chicago Diner's recipe for "no meata fajitas") and the championship game, and so I'm going to kill it with what will likely be an aimless post.
What does one do after sending off a contracted and revised book? Well, apparently one sleeps for more than ten hours like a little drooling baby. This morning I couldn't quite bring myself to start reading for the next book just yet. Instead I wrote a script for my part of an RSA roundtable on "making rhetoric relevant in the classroom," and sifted through the permissions for the book, including, of course, the permissions to publish material from my own damn articles. I figure if I check through the permissions list every Monday or so it won't be too bad. I also did some other bureaucratic work with an approaching deadline and looked through some new writing sent by one of my advisees. Then when my burning shoulder alerted me that I had spent way too much time working at my desk, I headed out on my bike to return a book to the public library where I also picked up an audiobook for Friday's drive down (over?) to Columbia.
It's nice to be home for a few days, to return to the day-to-day stuff.
