N is for Neville, who died of ennui . . .

. . . a fate that's unlikely to happen to me. Long have I been absent from the blogosphere and I have sorely missed keeping up with the sibs, but teaching two classes (90, count 'em, 90 students) and taking three has kept me running, like Alice, to stay in one place.
The workload is not completely overwhelming but neither does it leave much time for any extracurriculars like blogging, coming up for air, that sort of thing. I am loving my independent study on the Victorian Supernatural and one of my main goals (while creating a timeline and doing general research) is to identify a dissertation topic – probably some fairly obscure writer/artist.
I went home to Winter Park two weekends ago and had a fantastic time staying with Pat and seeing all the girls and grandgirls. And Haley, Andrew, and Bailey just left after a weekend visit -- see photos in next blog. It was wonderful and I feel renewed. Bailey was much impressed, and rightly so, that Grandma's school has a circus and sea serpents.

My Pal Bailey Visits Me in Tally