I don't want this to sound like a rehearsal for my annual performance appraisal (coming up in January), but since, like everyone else, I have worked to the point of exhaustion this year (damn! and I really meant not to), I thought it was time for a kind of reckoning. So here goes:
Number of articles published: 1.5 (already below the recommended level, because of a delay in a journal that was meant to be out before Christmas).
Number of articles (extra ones) finished or finalised this year: 3 (the last one sent off, to meet the deadline, last Friday: phew!)
Number of chapters written on the Garter book: 1 (completely from scratch, and pretty much polished: it's my favourite so far, and is called "Dressing Up")
Number of extra bits and pieces written on the Medievalism book with Tom: a few (must start turning these into chapters now)
Number of conference and seminar papers delivered: 7 (Melbourne, Perth, Leeds, Swansea, Riverside, Melbourne, Hobart [and only one of these was a partial repeat of one other])
Number of public lectures given: 2 (Heraldry Society and Friends of Baillieu; Lyceum Club)
Number of PhD students successfully being confirmed: 3 (congratulations to Anne, Anne and Duncan)
Number of MA students getting their results: 1 (congratulations to HerOverThere, recently sighted buying coffee at Baretto's)
Number of PhDs waiting to be examined for other universities: 2 (will be on to them straight after Christmas)
Number of plane trips: 2 international; 6 domestic (inside US and Australia). Very bad for carbon emissions: am about to be promoted back up from Bronze to Silver frequent flyer.
Number of teaching awards: 2 (ahem)
Number of literary awards and scholarships judged: 2 (plus 1 more to go over the break)
Number of resolutions about email and internet use broken: countless
Number of days missed morning walk: growing
Number of "Sing Your Own Operas" with Richard Gill and Opera Victoria: 2 (as of yesterday: a blissful Messiah with four friends. Head still ringing from the high A's: feel sorry for those sitting next to me).
Number of Christmas puddings made: 3
Number of Christmas trees decorated: 1 (just as soon as I post this blog post)
Sum total of weight gained and lost: 0 (which, given the combination of one's medication and one's time of life, is No Mean Achievement)
Number of doses of Tamoxifen: 365 (didn't miss one, even when travelling)
Improvement in topspin backhand: 100% (especially since last week, when I had a whole lesson with Larry on my own, and when he told me in some respects it was better than Paul's, after which I promptly sent the next six into the net).
Other statistics (difficult meetings attended; jobs at risk; curriculum reviews) are too depressing and confusing. And in any case, I'm trying to resist the way our Faculty now just counts everything. And besides, it's Christmas. Or the holidays. Or the end of the year. So it's time to let go of all the counting. I'm still "on deck" at work, with the exception of the Christmas break, till the end of January, when my eleven months of leave (sabbatical plus long service plus annual: not that I'm counting) begin. But right now I'm going to put up the Christmas tree, clean up my desk, and head up to the tennis courts to work on my backhand.