Old Habits Die Hard

I’m back in Baltimore until tomorrow. I had a course on research ethics (8 hours to say “don’t abuse human subjects…”), and have been shipping, selling, and giving away the remnants of my stuff that didn’t make it to MN on the first trip.

Today, I’m working in the lab, borrowing an empty desk. It’s in the room next-door to where my old desk was, a desk now occupied by someone else. Every time I get up to use the restroom or whatever, I walk into the wrong room (my old one) when I come back. This has happened at least three times, and several more times where I’ve stopped myself before actually opening the wrong door. I guess I can’t unlearn almost a year’s worth of habit forming in one day.