“…wide was the wound,
But suddenly with flesh filled up and healed.”
—John Milton, Paradise Lost, VIII 467
Another wound healing experiment, and I am at the lab at 6 in the morning… Now those who know me know that I am not a ‘morning person’, and that the only way I used to know the world at this obscene hour of the morning was when I might be finding my way back to bed not out of it!
But I mastered the art of getting up early. Now, I trick my body into thinking that we’re going to the airport to catch a plane. That there’re the sun and the sea waiting for us at the end of the day… ‘I’m late! I’m late for the flight! For vacation, run! Run! O palm trees of the Caribbean, I’m coming, I’m coming!’ and I jump in quest for coffee like a diligent vacationeer… Obviously by that point I realize the poignant fact that I actually do need a vacation, and that I haven’t had any in over two years. Suddenly my body understands the trick, slows down to a slug like speed, autopilot takes over and I become a sleepwalker, trying to find my way to my bench…
5 comments:
i seriouly believe that the wounds can wait.. nothing is taking me out of bed at 6 am, not even a fire alarm!
... white sand and palm trees. a hammock. (day dreaming)
Amen laila. Gus, finish the paper and start taking weekends off at least, come here for a weekend. summer is near. don't you dare not take a vacation this summer. even a short one.
i have a live fret today. i haven't done it in a while and i can think of 100 things that could go wrong. Maybe i won't find my scripts, maybe the CO2 is empty, maybe the dual images are not aligned, maybe i'll faint on the scope, all sorts of stuff...
the mast cell paper got in!! the Rho on the way this week. couldn't call you, forgot my phone at home today. i had a good day yesterday (3 good news) and it's getting warm here. the opera sucked though.
Nice! go mast!
and... don't fret sweetie!
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