I meet with my T this afternoon. I’ll probably spend most of the time talking about my upcoming trip to Spain and the fact that I don’t really want to go. My wife and I are going back to the town we lived in 20 years ago, but not being able to remember much about that time makes it less appealing. I’m also dreading driving in Barcelona. We’ve got a friend who moved there after we moved away. We can’t be in the region but fail to visit him. Social obligations.