The good weather we've been having lately signals the death of my academic career.
Yesterday? On a blanket in the courtyard.
Today? On a blanket at Henley Beach.
On both occasions I took my history readings along for a ride. I think they enjoy the chance to get out of my room. They must appreciate a little time off from being read and/or highlighted.
And nothing to do with the weather... This morning? Bed. Tonight? Toga. Tomorrow morning? Bed.
Assignments. Tomorrow. I promise.
(Also signalling the death of schoolwork being completed in a timely manner? Bloglines. When I went to look at my list today, I had sixty-three new posts waiting for me. Why do you all have to write so much that I want to read, huh?)