Gramsci, on top of a wardrobe at La Posada, Winslow, looking heavenwards. Maybe there's someone in the room above? Or spiders??
There've been times during the past few weeks when I thought we'd maybe never get to the point of leaving town. As it is, if I had another two clear weeks before Christmas, I might reach some degree of preparedness. But the reality is mounds of grading, and admin, and and - at this rate, it'll be next semester before this one is fully finished .. However, merely hitting the road has felt like a triumph of a sort ...
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