My first semester as a professor was the fall of 1999. What I remember the most was the intensity. It was like a constant sprint except I didn’t always know where or why I was running. Then, sometime in October a Friday afternoon arrived when there wasn’t something I urgently had to do. I had a choice of what to do with my time. Exhausted from weeks of sensory overload, I went to sleep.
Just under 30 minutes ago, the clock rolled over to midnight eastern time. I am now officially on sabbatical for the first time after 11 years of a mad dash. And I’m celebrating by going to sleep. A full report on the trip and the new digs will be forthcoming.