These days, I fall to sleep quickly, but my mind ‘boots-up’ every two to three hours, then I awake at 6.00 am, promptly. My Twitter feed suggests that others are having kindred problems:

6.45 am:

8.30 am: These days, this time feels like mid morning. There was much preparation to be done in readiness for the events that would unfold, hour by hour. Three full days of teaching ahead. 9.30 am: An MA Vocational Practice class on:

11.15 am: Followed by a PhD fine art tutorial based some of the ideas in Derek Bailey’s Improvisation: Its Nature and Practice in Music (1980), which I’m reading at bedtime. 12.30 pm: A speedy sandwich before taking up appointments in town, including:

2.00 pm: An online REF 2020 Reading Committee meeting. I’ve not been in the loop of these discussions since 2019. Nor need I have been. And this will be my last outing on the exercise, mercifully. I’ve become a research misfit. In the end, the work dictates its own identity and function. I can’t stand in the way. 3.00 pm: I caught up on the today’s mail and discussions. 4.00 pm: A PhD fine art discussion with a student approaching finalisation:

Every plan is made on shifting sand these days. Confirmations and conferrals are essential. The loop of communication needs to be drawn tightly.

7.30 pm: Emailery, tutorial adjustments, and sourcing wisdom and insight.