If this had been a normal early January, I would have been, most likely, in Toronto, at the MLA - the Modern Languages Association convention. As it is, it's the end of Day 3 of 4, on line. It's been completely wonderful to see friends, albeit squeezed into tiny Zoom boxes, but (I don't know whether others have been suffering from the same delusion) - it's seemed as though they are somehow all in Canada, and are doubtless all having terrific drinks and dinners and conversation way into the night, right now, and as though I am stuck in frigid Northern New Mexico, watching on wistfully from afar.
But the bonus! Cats! Zoom-bombing cats! I've seen a number today, but the most spectacular was Nasser Mufti's, who pretty much delivered his paper for him (an excellent paper, but to whom should one attribute it?). As the self-portraits in this image show, Moth was watching and listening attentively: although the whole session was on "Disagreement," she voiced no alternative points of view.