The MLA Resort

I’m on my way to Philadelphia, folks. This will be my version of going to the resort, also known as the MLA. Initially, I was planning to speak but that fell through. I had already paid the enormous registration fee which my university will never reimburse since I’m not speaking. We had tons of points for a free ticket and hotel, so it made more sense to go than to waste the registration and membership fees.

I’ve been sick since October for no discernible reason. It must be that I’m tired. At the MLA I hope to rest, sleep, visit the book fair and go to the hotel spa. Since it’s kind of work related, I feel less guilty than if I went to an actual resort.

Klara clearly sensed that I was leaving, and she’s been throwing tantrums whenever I set her down yesterday and today. N is taking days off to stay with her, and he’s happy as a clam.