Tomorrow morning, at the crack of dawn, I am off to Phoenix. Living in the middle of nowhere (or to spin it positively, close to everywhere) has the disadvantage that it takes me longer to get to the airport than to fly to most domestic destinations. After changing planes in Denver I should be in Phoenix for dinner.
The occasion is the annual conference of the American Translators Association, a once-a-year opportunity to meet face-to-face most of the people, colleagues and clients, that I only talk to on the phone for the rest of the time. This year I will have to introduce the made-over web site of the German Language Division of the ATA, one of my pro-bono efforts.
I usually do not travel with a computer and stick to the phone for communication. This means no entries to this weblog for at least a week, maybe more, depending on how much work there is when I get back.