Happiness is the after-dinner nap

In college, I remember at least one full year where I would go to dinner with Sam and Dave, fill my belly with cafeteria food, go back to their room, and just pass out on Dave's bed until 8PM. In hindsight, that was probably an obnoxious thing for a girlfriend to do, but man was it awesome.

I had not the best night's sleep on Wednesday for several reasons, the most blatant of which was that I had to give lab meeting on Thursday. I had a lovely dream about my teeth falling out. But lab meeting went WONDERFULLY. Sure, I didn't have any exciting data to present, but I got a chance to share with everyone what I'd been up to, and get some really great information and advice for my upcoming experiments.

To me, there are few things so wonderful as the relief and satisfaction that immediately follows a presentation. Not that I'd go seeking out presentations so I could feel it again and again, but I try to dangle that in front of me whenever I get nervous. How good it feels to have worked hard and done a good job--resulting in guilt-free indulgence in the after dinner nap. Losing yourself for an hour in your street clothes in your bed.

Friday awaits! Hugs all around because I'm feeling pretty grand and loved and admired.