I’m back in St.Louis, but not for long. I’m going to Nashville on Thursday, then returning Saturday. I leave for Mandeville once more the following Thursday or Friday.
In the mean time, there’s a ton of work to be done.
I’m pretty tired today because of the drive. I came home to an apparently-empty apartment, a messy kitchen, a lack of dishes and an empty fish bowl. Alan Hodgkin (the fish, not the scientist) had snuffed it during my absence. This was actually expected. He seemed days away from it when I left. He lived for about a year and a half, and survived five weeks alone in the lab during Katrina. I felt really bad about that — I thought he’d be dead in three weeks. He looked so pathetic when he got here. Anyway, he’s gone now. He was my buddy at my desk in the lab, and he’ll be missed.
I’m in the middle of reading Upton Sinclair’s The Jungle, and it’s due at the Wash U library next week, so I’d better get cracking on it before bed.
Tomorrow – work like it’s going out of style.