Marking Time

Yeah, it was procrastinating, but it was procrastinating with a purpose. Which, I guess, doesn't make it procrastination in it's literal definition. Or does it? But I digress. Or procrastinate. Or whatever.

A pile of marking that wasn't going away, but a weekly cycling total that was too near a bigger number to leave hanging, so a breezy dash between showers was on the cards first. Looks deceptively benign here too. It wasn't.

Back to a marathon marking sesh, that I've managed to avoid mostly due to not giving a shit about doing unpaid overtime and digging my heels in about taking work home, but it's getting to that time of year (June tomorrow; how'd'that happen?) and it wasn't going to do it itself. 

Dulling the pain now with some Sauvignon and a bit of Freak Zone.