I do appreciate how welcome the end of the semester is, but the blogosphere-wide enjoyment of my semesterised north American colleagues is definitely enhancing my grumpiness. I have four full weeks to go before I am 'free' (quotation marks since my summer is almost entirely full of fieldwork, conferences, 'service' in the form of supervising High School kids having a 'science experience' and paperwork, and I just heard this morning that I do NOT have permission to miss the mandatory pre-semester meeting in September even though it falls in the only actual Saturday to Saturday week of the whole summer for which my diary is empty and therefore I had foolishly made actual holiday-like plans (we don't have a not-paid-spell like US academics, so that isn't a good reason not to go sadly). The odds of me calling in sick that day are... well, higher than I'd like to admit. Right now, they're barely statistically distinct from 1:1).
Yeah, I know, come early September I'll still be 'free' and US bloggers will mostly be back at the chalkface (or interactive electronic doohickey face), but that's very little consolation right now!