This was one of those days meant to tie up all sorts of loose ends. The laundry and dishes are all done and put away. The trash made it to the curb. I caught up on my magazine reading---my periodicals have been stacking up for at least a month. All of the mid-month bill paying and accounting were completed. I gave the thirsty plants (and lawn) something to drink (although I think my basil was permanently toasted during yesterday's record heat). I sorted through some e-mail. I heard back from a prof who was enthused about being on my doctoral committee and then set about getting that paperwork done.
And I finished reading all of the research for my dissertation...at least what I have on hand. It is this part which feels miraculous. Seventy-odd articles and a few books later, I have an abundance of notes and a healthy bibliography. Fertile ground for writing my prospectus (due in a few weeks), but even more importantly, for starting my doctoral study. I had hoped to get my introduction and literature review into a preliminary draft this summer, but it all felt so daunting. So much reading. So much thinking. I can't believe that I'm ready to start digesting this feast (and I know I'll be having additional courses from now on).
My brain seems to have finished processing the year at large. I don't know about other teachers, but whenever I have a bit of an extended break---be it winter or summer---I have a couple of weeks with the oddest dreams and a few nightmares sprinkled in. All of those little things my subconscious didn't have time to process during the working part of the year because new things got piled on top are all now neatly sorted and filed or otherwise disposed of. I finally feel like I have some perspective on the previous year, although I'm not ready to get enthusiastic about the next one. (I have plenty of summer work I brought home...all of which is gathering dust at the moment.)
It won't last long, I know. Tomorrow, more bills will arrive in the mail and there will be more dishes and laundry waiting. There will be more research to hunt down and abstract or ideas to ponder in more detail. For now, though, there is this delicious sense of completeness. Of fullness. All that's missing is dessert---but I will take care of that shortly when I go out for my favourite treat. There's room for one more indulgence in my day.