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Call me weird, call me perverse, call me non-controversial, but I love that feeling of returning to routine.
My alarm goes at 4.45am once again and I'm into it, arriving at school shortly after 7.00am (it's a 50 minute commute).
The day unwinds - greeting the students off the vans, cruising the LC, maybe a restorative is needed, meetings on zoom and in person, emails to answer, emails to send, people to see, things to do, fare-welling the students onto the vans.
Home around 6pm, dinner, reading, bedtime.
B.t.w., I sleep so much better during term time - all that brain engagement wears me out of a day, in a good way.