Today I had a highly amusing telephone conversation with Byron, who is attempting to sort out a travel schedule that is growing ever more complex.
I am only responsible for my kid fifty percent of the time, and all of the spring has been strictly blocked off for my work. Byron has to somehow figure out childcare so he can go to Paris, Zurich, and Seattle. Not to mention hosting all of the visiting researchers.
I predict it will be quite difficult for him to pull this one off.
Mark Mitchell has been trying to tempt me back to the states but I really do need to be here for the book launch and various interesting literary events.
Though I just bought tickets to go to the French Riviera in an attempt to escape this terrible dark month, because that will be my last opportunity to leave the country until NYC in April. Knowing that I am stuck here for a long stretch of time makes me feel claustrophobic.
Iām just a working class kid from a sketchy small town. I really do not know how all of this happened.