Book swapping with other teachers. Got some fresh Ishiguro to keep me going. Forgot what all this horse trading was like - I've brought a gracious fuckload of books with me as I was anticipating being in the middle of nowhere, far from English language bookstores and all, and more are being shipped to me. But I guess I hadn't calculated on actually liking anyone here outside of the F-word, let alone go into book swapping. Silly. They all seem lovely so far and the loveliest one of all did me two Ishiguro for one Byatt - wheeeeee! Prepare yourself for a new slew of nicknames for the people here, anyways.
Besides all the sex there's something monastic about being here - possibly because the food is unpalatable and I'm far from all naughty temptation. F-word is chafing at the bit already but I like it very much so far. More decisions about priorities in the future, I suppose. In the meantime, we have a lovely big flat on campus, no expenditures, money coming in, and springtime, bitches.