Hiatus est super. In English, that means that the hiatus is over. No classes during the second session of summer school offered a chance to rest, exercise, shirk household duties, and generally annoy my wife. To the relief of both parties, the lassitude phase is drawing to a close. With a full set of eight o'clock classes, this rooster will once again greet the dawns of the coming days.
Of course, the reason for the break was the absence of of a needed class on the calendar. Which means that I have ascended to the lofty perch of senior status, where classes are few, far between, and rapidly filled. It also means that the end is near; visible, barely, in the soft light of the future. The work continues, for sure, but there is a sense that this story is coming to an end.
May the end have justified the means.