Last week was week one of my Thursday course, my dream course, the course in which I get to do all the things I could never cover in my usual English classes as we had to stick to a book.
Part of the class consisted of articles on new words in German and English that have arisen from this bloody pandemic.
One of the words in English was a word that I have not encountered before: Blursday.
That word sums up one of the worst things about the pandemic and lockdowns: every day is the same so one day blurs into the next.
Now that evening classes have started up again, I know what day it is:
- Monday is my teaching online day
- Tuesday is my evening off
- Wednesday is my nature-drawing day
- Thursday is my dream course day
- Friday is my teaching in class day.
Saturdays still lacks the English library, whose reopening date has been put back by yet another month (not before the end of November!!).
Sundays...well, I tried one longish walk recently but the nearby countryside is still jam packed with mountain bikers (at least 30 within 2.5 hours - and on narrow paths through woodland) so I don't know whether to risk it again. Oh, how I wish things were back to normal and the new mountain bikers went back to what they were doing before the pandemic started.
But at least I know what day it is 5 days a week. And that's an improvement on the last year and a half.
