I’m leaving for Spain! Valencia-Donostia-Madrid! My sister is already there, waiting for me. I go to conferences with my own support group.
I’ll be speaking about Basque children’s literature. I wanted to take a break from nationalism for a bit but, obviously, the talk kept trying to lead me back to the topic.
What’s really funny is that I decided to give N a bit of a break last week because he won’t get any free time while I’m away. So I put Klara to bed all week as a nice gesture for him. But poor N got depressed as a result of being Klara-deprived. He even developed physical symptoms. So yesterday we subjected him to massive doses of Klara. He was exhausted but happy and perked right up.