The benefits of getting up too early on a Sunday

I woke up this Sunday morning at 8:30AM. This may not seem odd, but trust me, I am a champion sleep-in'er. I also had been up till 1:30AM last night, necessarily drunk--because I have taken a personal vow to never ever EVER sing Kareoke unless drunk. And I am a woman of honor, and cannot break this vow. I helped sing "Yellow Submarine" and "Country Roads" (duh, I'm from West Virginia), and led "Black Water"--although the key was totally different and that messed me up.

But hey, I drank lots of water, took 2 aspirin, and slept the night away. I woke up early in the name of science: I've been running some preliminary squid experiments over the weekend, and needed to take my squid out of the machine I had them in. It was good that I did this practice run, because certainly alot of things went wrong, and next time I will do alot better. Finally, I'm making progress towards some actual science research.

May I extoll the virtues of driving in a college town early on a Sunday? Barely anyone around, anywhere. However, that meant I had to work that much harder to go the speed limit. Driving around Madison to lab and back home again was lovely. Just very lovely.

I also made the best omellete I have ever made in my entire life. Why today, I do not know. But it was pretty magical: it slipped right off the pan, completely free of burns. Complete with sauteed onions and mushrooms.

So, here we go: Thanksgiving is coming and it will be the first one I have spent away from home. It's clear already mom is sad about it, and I am too sometimes. But I am enjoying how the town quiets down, and how empty the lab is. Sharon and I will be hosting a Thanksgiving dinner, so it will still be grand!