It’s the first day of the exam period and I am sitting next to a pile of essays. The stack seems to look at me reproachfully. I should be marking, but I am loathe to change my morning routine. One of the perks of my move to western Canada is that by the time it is 6:30 here, most of the rest of the continent is up and doing, and, best of all, tweeting it out. Cathy Davidson’s HASTAC tweets are near the top of the feed, as is Stéfan Sinclair’s lament about starting his Day of DH under the weight of a cold. I see that Margaret Thatcher has shuffled off this mortal coil.
I co-tweet for a Victorian Studies journal, so once I’ve stopped being me on twitter, I’ll log on and be them (or, rather, it).