scuffing a shoe guiltily against the floor so my partner and I...got Breath of the Wild....two Fridays ago...and it's eaten all my spare time...like....ALL OF IT, like 5 hours a night of it every night since, and more on weekends. (It's so good, I am Deeply In Love with our boy Link and my girl Urbosa). Also, I learned to embroider this week, which has been so fucking satisfying and waaayy more addictive/relaxing than expected.
AND, oh, yes, also, in what is technically much bigger news, I went from working 0 hours a week to 40 hours a week, under very surprising circumstances— like, an emergency call on Thursday morning asking if I could, basically, pinch hit for a project I used to work on, because the RA quit with no notice. And it's going ok! It's super weird to be back after a year away, and I am mentally already preparing a fucking dissertation on the unintentional abuse of RAs practised by everyone higher up—like, ten simple steps to avoid crushing your passionate but very young, actually, underlings, beneath the massive weight of your expectations so they don't have a mental break down like all of the RAs I've know who've worked here, me included; if they work, that is. The simple steps to not having a breakdown. crosses fingers
I am also reading books, although...not too many, given all the new hobbies.
( Middlemarch )
generally on the book front, I had dinner with my cleverest reading friend yesterday, and as usual the two of them sent me home with 9 loaners + the results of picking through their "getting rid of pile" so...I'm a monster, and have my assigned reading for the next two months, also. I'm excited, though, because it includes:
- Carson, red doc, which I've been dying for since August when I read Autobiography
- two Valeria Luiselli books
- Merton, Raids on the Unspeakable
- two Fanny Howe books? novellas?
- Robinson, Housekeeping
In addition to Nimona, which I've never read in full, and then some assorted short stories, and also some very cool non fiction about memorials to death in America.