Technically, I’ve been on my first academic leave since the beginning of July, and I taught my last class in April. Yet somehow it doesn’t really seem to have kicked in mentally until today, the first day of classes in twenty years that I have not been on campus getting ready to teach.
It’s been a productive few months in their way: I made some progress on various projects, did a lot of intellectual and physical re-organization and housecleaning, came to terms with some limitations and past mistakes, and learned some things about myself. But those months have had the shapelessness that summer often does; it’s not really until now that I’m beginning to see a more organized schedule beginning to form. Force of habit, perhaps.
This is all by means of stating that I’m going to be writing things here as the time continues. I’m not sure what form that will all take, but we’ll see.