The rumors of my untimely demise have been greatly exaggerated. In truth, I have been held captive by the Victorians for the last month.
Course demanded more attention and unfortunately this blog and other social media became the Peter who was robbed to pay the Paul of my Victorian Lit class. In the end, the sacrifice was worth it, as I have prevailed and live to write another day.
While still reeling from the demands of the term, I continue to search for the few brain cells that seemed to have jumped ship somewhere on the journey. Continuing with my typical graduate strategy of starting early so I can finish the term on time, I have begun the course readings for the Renaissance as well as determining my reading list for the first installment of my Writing Thesis course.
There is light at the end of the tunnel, as I only have two terms left between me and a graduate degree. I am prepared to retire to a cave-like dwelling again if the need arises to ensure my survival and the survival of those around me. Please know, if you don’t hear from me, tarry your calls for a search party–it is most likely just business as usual.
And I will return from the chaos again.