Do you ever reach a point at which any human contact is too much? After weeks of working (these nine-week terms are intense), I spent a lovely weekend in London and reached my maximum capacity for human interaction. So I spent yesterday almost entirely at home with my only outside contact being a few texts to Gabry and going to campus for about ninety minutes (class and a quick visit to the library for some Merleau-Ponty texts).
I almost didn't even go to class. In the early afternoon, when I finished my healthy home-made lunch and my last load of laundry, I decided to take a little power nap so I would be ready for the energy-drain of leaving the house. (For those who haven't done an at-home rejuvenation day, my body gets into an energy conservation mode--kinda like the semi-electric cars that charge the battery when coasting--and shifting into energy out-put mode can be jarring.) So I finish my power nap perfectly (twenty minutes and awake before my alarm), but the thought of getting up and being out in the world got my heart racing. I almost didn't go to class because my body/mind seemed strongly opposed to it. But then I negotiated a compromise with myself: go to class, possibly to the library, and then come home to make dinner and get to bed early. And that's what I did.
I could go for another day or two of partial at home time, but my course schedule doesn't cooperate with that one this week. But I am significantly more prepared for finishing my last week of classes (!) and shifting into research mode.
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