Another Day In the Marking Mines
Yesterday was my favourite kind of winter morning. Cold enough that it was pleasurable to hide beneath the blankets for a while; warm enough that I could get up, shower, then spend the morning without shoes and socks on as I padded worked on the laptop. I like having cold feet as I work. It’s a thing. Six assignments marked yesterday, bringing me to the halfway point. On Friday, I took a break from marking and took my partner out to lunch at a nearby dumpling bar we’d been meaning to try for ages. There was far too much noise and far too vegetarian options for it to be a particularly effective date, but over spring roles S. asked if I was getting any of my own writing done amid the marking. I’m not, but writing is a particularly weird thing. There’s no words on the page happening, but the days spent toiling in the marking minds are usually fertile
