>One thing, at least, that I’ve finally figured about sabbatical is that I can sleep in. Of course Pippi sees to it that one of us is up by 7am at least (earlier in the summer when the sun is up earlier), but usually that’s Bullock. I think she’s figured out that he wakes easier than I do. I don’t sleep much longer — I’m usually up by 8, though today it was nearly 9 before I woke up — but to me that seems almost decadent, since there are people on our campus with classes and meetings at 8am.
Now, you noticed that I said “finally figured” out. Yes, that’s right. Given the ridiculous guilt-anxiety cycles that we academics make for ourselves, plus the conventions of the Monday-Friday work week in the white collar world in which I was raised, it took me quite some time to allow myself this sleep. (Yeah, I was forgetting that the word sabbatical is related to the word sabbath.) At first I had dreams of keeping some crazy schedule where I was up by 6 and exercising or walking Pippi by 7. Yeah, right. Now I realize my schedule can be what I want it to be (well, Pippi has to be walked *some* time by 9 or 10 am) as long as I’m still doing what I need to do.
There are other things I’ve finally figured out, but Pippi actually hasn’t been walked yet and it’s my day and she’s letting me know that as I type (her chin is on my lap and she’s looking up at me with her puppiest puppy-dog eyes). Time for walkies!