Lost: one week

Where did the last week go? I feel like once again I blinked and the whole thing went past

I have to admit, I’ve been so exhausted by the end of the term chaos that I’ve not been wanting to look at a screen when I got home. I’ve been just curling up on the couch and trying to relax.

It was a productive week, work wise though. I got all the grades uploaded onto the system, I invigilated some exams, I talked through dissertation topics, I argued grades etc etc. And now term has ended so I’m working on winding down.

Current plan is relax and enjoy things over Christmas, my birthday and New Year, then once the festivities are over I’ve got a week to get everything prepared for the new term.

I got home on Friday evening to find Jack & Lucy had decorated for Christmas. It was a magical feeling, coming home to that at the end of a stressful week was perfect. If I’m ever too old to find Christmas decorations to be wondrous, I will be going to find my grave!

We went to see Aquaman which was incredible and if I didn’t have enough of a crush on Jason Momoa before hand? ❤

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Catching up

I managed to finish all the grading early afternoon yesterday and got to spend the evening watching Doctor Who with Jack and Lucy, before an early night. I got all the grades posted onto the system by lunchtime today.

I’ve gone through all my notifications and my inbox is zero. I think I’m getting the hang of the commenting thing. Sometimes I still feel a bit awkward and over-think what I’m saying but I suspect this is mostly going to be an experience/practice thing and it’ll get easier the more I do it. That’s what I’m hoping at least.

Now all I have to do is catch up on my reading page. Wish me luck?

Following on from my Spotify stats, my Godreads Year In Review figures have also been posted and look a little like:

I would have liked a breakdown of the genres and authors that I read the most as well – does anyone who uses Goodreads know if I can find this information at all?

And I know a lot of my new friends have mentioned they are interested in the poly and BDSM aspects of my life so if there’s anything you’d like to ask me about that, please do

Sundays are my favourites

Lucy and I went to a ‘legs, bums & tums’ fitness class this morning, lots of lunges, step and squats. The instructor, also called Lucy, promised us our bodies would thank us for this workout. My body is not currently thanking me. My thighs, in fact, are protesting quite severely about it.

After all that vigorous exercise, we then had a much calmer afternoon. I made another batch of chocolate raspberry brownies (last week’s went down very well and more were requested) and we needed to replace the calories we burned off!

We cuddled up on the couch with Jack, who has actually behaved all week and properly rested his back and knees, and ate them while they were still warm and gooey, playing Cards Against Humanity and Exploding Kittens until my sides hurt from laughing, before we watched some Buffy.

I’ve spent some time futzing around online. I’ve re-written my mini bio, I’m a little happier with it but it still needs tweaking some. I joined in a friending meme and actually managed to comment and friend people. I found some physics RSS feeds that I’ve added to my reading page and I’ve discovered a book that I want to read – What is Real?: The Unfinished Quest for the Meaning of Quantum Physics Hardcover – 31 May 2018
by Adam Becker… is it too late to ask Santa?

This evening has roast beef in store, as well as Doctor Who. Other than that, I’m thinking a soak in a hot bubble bath to ease my aching legs with my book (currently reading Just For Christmas by Scarlett Bailey) and some music, possibly followed by an early night.

December 2018

I feel like I blinked and it’s December. I’m sure the school year just started and now we’re winding down for the end of the Autumn semester and into the Christmas recess. I’m not going to lie though, I’m thrilled. I love December. I love Christmas and it’s my birthday – not that anyone1 really remembers it, it’s in that awkward period between Christmas and New Year where it feels like you’ve fallen into a fissure in the space time continuum.

I’m very much looking forward to a couple of weeks of no classes, no students and spending quality time with Jack and Lucy. We’ve got no solid plans other than going to see Aquaman, and a board games afternoon. I’d like to get in some yoga and zumba classes at the gym as well.

Also, in December, I’m going to two Cardiff Blues matches – on the 15th and 21st. I don’t get to go to actual matches in person often enough so I’m looking forward to that.

I’m sure other plans will fall into place as the month goes on. Mostly, though, I’m looking forward to relaxing with my family and enjoying the festive season

1 Jack, Lucy, Dad and my brother remember. Sometimes my niece and nephew too, although somehow they manage to forget that their father and I are twins and share a birthday…

Stupid husbands, ruined routines and roast dinners

My husband is a stupid, stubborn idioMy husband is a stupid, stubborn idiot. God knows I love him but he can infuriating!

We are very strong on routine around here, it helps with Lucy’s mental health issues and our Sunday routine starts with Jack & Lucy walking the dogs down to the newsagents, buying the Sunday newspapers and walking back again. It’s about a two and a half mile round trip and takes them around an hour. I have a slow morning then make us all a full English breakfast which we eat sitting around the breakfast bar, reading the papers. We can be very domestic at times.

Despite having been somewhat less mobile over the last week, Jack was very insistent that he did the walk this morning. He did acquiesce to using a cane at least and I know the dogs will protect him – they’re properly trained and he’s their alpha.

They’d been gone almost an hour and a half (and I was starting to worry) when I get a phone-call – it had taken them all that time to just GET to the shop and Jack was admitting he couldn’t walk back so would I drive down and pick them up.

As tempting as it was to punish him, he was in pain and miserable. So his punishment was to be left alone downstairs while Lucy and I indulged in Sunday playtime. We were nice and loud too, made sure he knew exactly what he was missing out on. I must admit I was annoyed though; I had plans for him but they can wait.

(He will be getting a proper punishment when he’s not in so much pain, mark my words. Worrying me like that!)

This afternoon, he was sulky, horny and still in pain so I was gentle on him. We did manage to keep to our usual Sunday afternoon routine though. The three of us played some Trivial Pursuit and I happily won, though it was a close game. Lucy is now cooking us a nice roast beef dinner and that combined with the raspberry chocolate brownies I made this afternoon… the house smells amazing.

I’m cuddled up with Jack who’s relaxing after partaking some… shall we say herbal pain relief. I took a hit or two as well so we’re nicely relaxed. Lucy will be joining us in a moment, dinner is basically done and it’s almost time for Doctor Who.t. God knows I love him but he can infuriating!

We are very strong on routine around here, it helps with Lucy’s mental health issues and our Sunday routine starts with Jack & Lucy walking the dogs down to the newsagents, buying the Sunday newspapers and walking back again. It’s about a two and a half mile round trip and takes them around an hour. I have a slow morning then make us all a full English breakfast which we eat sitting around the breakfast bar, reading the papers. We can be very domestic at times.

Despite having been somewhat less mobile over the last week, Jack was very insistent that he did the walk this morning. He did acquiesce to using a cane at least and I know the dogs will protect him – they’re properly trained and he’s their alpha.

They’d been gone almost an hour and a half (and I was starting to worry) when I get a phone-call – it had taken them all that time to just GET to the shop and Jack was admitting he couldn’t walk back so would I drive down and pick them up.

As tempting as it was to punish him, he was in pain and miserable. So his punishment was to be left alone downstairs while Lucy and I indulged in Sunday playtime. We were nice and loud too, made sure he knew exactly what he was missing out on. I must admit I was annoyed though; I had plans for him but they can wait.

(He will be getting a proper punishment when he’s not in so much pain, mark my words. Worrying me like that!)

This afternoon, he was sulky, horny and still in pain so I was gentle on him. We did manage to keep to our usual Sunday afternoon routine though. The three of us played some Trivial Pursuit and I happily won, though it was a close game. Lucy is now cooking us a nice roast beef dinner and that combined with the raspberry chocolate brownies I made this afternoon… the house smells amazing.

I’m cuddled up with Jack who’s relaxing after partaking some… shall we say herbal pain relief. I took a hit or two as well so we’re nicely relaxed. Lucy will be joining us in a moment, dinner is basically done and it’s almost time for Doctor Who.

Late night conversations

Friday night has historically been date night; the three of us go out for a meal and a movie. It’s very rare we do anything different. Tonight was one of those nights. It’s been unseasonably warm in recent weeks but this week the temperature has dropped to it’s normally temperatures.

Jack has issues with his back and his knees (old military and sporting injuries) and this change in the weather has them plaguing him awfully. He’s been popping painkillers and anti-inflammatories and nerve painkillers and medications to ease his stomach for a couple of days and they’ve been knocking him out today.

So instead of going out, we ordered in and watched a movie on Netflix. Jack headed to bed early, Lucy worked on her bujo before also turning in because she had cramps. When I followed them, Jack was half-awake and the painkillers make him very… soft, for lack of a better word. We just cuddled and talked until we fell asleep.

This morning has been much the same. Lucy took the dogs out for a walk, Jack moved as far as the couch and I went out to the supermarket. Since I got back, there’s been more cuddling, more Netflix and Jack’s dozed off again now.

should probably be marking tests or papers but I’m very tempted to cuddle up and join Jack in a nap

What do you want?

I thought it was supposed to be my students that caught the Fresher’s Flu, not me. I’ve been feeling pretty crap all week though I’m pretty sure it’s actually just a cold – fever, aches, chills, coughing, sneezing, throat full of razorblades. Saying Freshers Flu just makes it sound more dramatic

Freshers Flu, is, however, an actual affliction that first year university students get. Similar symptoms to a cold or the flu generally caused by large numbers of students from all over the place, including world wide, all arriving in the same place and bringing all their own germs and immunity needing to be built up. Combine that with the often unhealthy diet and large amounts of alcohol consumed during the first couple of weeks. AND they psychological effects of leaving home, homesickness, stress, making new friends, learning to be independent. Wham, a teenagers immune system buckles under the strain and they fall victim to Freshers Flu.

Frustratingly, it’s been a week with a lot of fun things to talk about and no energy after finishing schoolwork to come online. I didn’t even go to the cinema with Jack and Lucy to see Venom this weekend.

You see, the start of the new school year is one of my favourite times. It’s a time filled with excitement and promise and new beginnings and new ideas. Rooms and halls filled with new friendships, new relationships, and, with Donna Strickland winning the Nobel Prize in Physics, so many young women filled with a sense of what could be which makes me excited to have them in my classroom. The conversations that buzz around are about why they’re studying astrophysics and what they want from it. I love all the discussions filled with wonder, with purpose, with determination. I love that there are young women who believe they can accomplish something in the world of physics.

When they ask me what I want, I give them a standard answer about helping them become the best possible scientists they can, helping them achieve their potential.

what do I really want?
A horse!