and I get paid for this
Nov. 13th, 2015 08:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aryanhwyThis afternoon, I took a fresh cup of tea and the book I've been asked to review to my comfy chair in the corner of my office, next to the radiator and the window. I queued up some music, pulled up another chair to use as a footstool, and with the sun streaming in on me, curled up on the chair with my book and my tea and my music, cosy and comfortably warm, and read for about three hours.
When I sit at my desk, pouring over an article, typing at the keyboard, scribbling proofs or translations on scratch paper, I feel like I'm Doing Work, like a Proper Adult.
When I slouch down on my chair with my feet up on another piece of furniture, I get a very distinct impression of just how lucky I am that I can make myself comfortable and read for a couple of hours and get paid for it.
[In fact, my todo list for the entire day was essentially: Make tea. Read. Reading group. Grab lunch, and more tea. Read. Read. More tea. Read. Logic logic logic (aka, meet with student). Read.]
Whenever I miss Heidelberg, it helps to remember how lucky I am to be here.
When I sit at my desk, pouring over an article, typing at the keyboard, scribbling proofs or translations on scratch paper, I feel like I'm Doing Work, like a Proper Adult.
When I slouch down on my chair with my feet up on another piece of furniture, I get a very distinct impression of just how lucky I am that I can make myself comfortable and read for a couple of hours and get paid for it.
[In fact, my todo list for the entire day was essentially: Make tea. Read. Reading group. Grab lunch, and more tea. Read. Read. More tea. Read. Logic logic logic (aka, meet with student). Read.]
Whenever I miss Heidelberg, it helps to remember how lucky I am to be here.
