Thanks to the administration and faculty of Austin Grad, I was granted a sabbatical for this spring semester. I have heard from reputable sources that, once upon a time, sabbatical meant rest. A faculty sabbatical was a time to catch up on necessary reading, to recharge the batteries, and, if so inclined, to write an article or a book. If sabbatical ever meant something like extended vacation, it is such no longer.
The last sabbatical that I took was granted by Harding University in 2011, during which my family spent about seven months in San Diego. There at Point Loma Nazarene University I worked on my book that was published in 2012, while my family mostly played.
For this sabbatical, I chose to stay in residence in Austin. And when I say “chose,” I mean “was coerced.”