We are very much a Christmas-tree-comes-down-on-Twelfth Night household - at least, that's how I was raised - and I'm always glad of its festive presence in these strange days before the end of the year, in particular, when we're both back at work but not back at work. I am so very glad that this coming semester I'm not teaching: one course release because I'm Director of Graduate Studies, and one course release that I banked aeons ago. Just now, I was thinking - I barely feel that last semester has ended yet: I would be horrified to be heading back into the classroom two weeks from today. Of course, if that were the case, I'd probably be looking forward to it - but since it's not, I'll simply appropriate Gramsci's inwardly thoughtful expression as I contemplate 2026. Of course, he's probably meditating on finches.
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