Another weekend, another uplifting conference, and now it is Carnaval time and it would be nice if I were living at home in the city and could just absorb the atmosphere but I do not feel like fighting traffic and I want to ride the writing wave.
I really do feel like a completely different person when I am not in the zone of oppression. I wonder whether I can bring this with me–it always seems to fail. Do we have to go home? Should I apply for a job as a department chair in an ostensibly more desolate place, just to get out from under the local heel?