I suppose it’s about time for an update, as my frayed nerves are beginning to return to normal. Sleep may knit up the raveled sleave of care, but don’t underestimate the healing power of a good lay-off.
Indeed, almost exactly two years after the last adventure, the hammer came ’round again, and in November I found my at liberty. This time, however, I volunteered to step into harm’s way: the timing was serendipitious, as I was rapidly moving toward my Ph.D. candidacy exam. On November 1st, I found myself at ends, out of the office but still officially on the books through the end of the year, on “gardening leave,” as they call it in the UK.
I barely noticed that I was no longer working, as the exigencies of research and writing pressed hard, and November passed quickly. In mid-December, happily, I passed into the exalted status of Ph.D. candidate: classes complete, and now on to the dissertation. (At my department, achieving candidacy also greatly reduces tuition, in another bit of cheerful timing.)
It was well into January, however, before my mind began to feel a bit less like suet. It’s quite possible to pursue a Ph.D. while working, but I will observe that it’s extremely painful, much harder than working on a Master’s. The relatively well-defined demands of classwork can be contained much better than the open-ended, all-consuming requirements of research.
I’m now starting to settle into the new rhythm of the days; the recent heavy snows that have been assaulting Philadelphia have not inconvenienced me at all, as I happily had chanced to refit my home office before finding out about my impending free agency.
With that in mind, I’ve begun to fire up zenoli.net again, To those patient readers who have kept this site in their RSS readers: huzzah to you, friends.