In these last few days, Marina leaves at 8am, comes back at 8-11 pm, 7 days a week. I don't get to see her much, but at least I never get bored, since I need to shop, wash the dishes, cook...
The only good thing to come out of this is that if I end up deciding to go for a government job in Toronto it will feel like holidays! It sounds dull, but teaching is no picnic. And it's not a very creative job, either. It is stressful and repetitive, with very few moments of enjoyment. Maybe I just don't like teaching, or maybe I am just tired. Maybe I should just get a job in the post office, like Bukowski, and write in the evenings. It's 11pm, Saturday night. Marina will arrive soon. I should go and mark a few more essays, in the meantime...
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