My morning, or why I ate all my snacks for the day before 9
Friday, February 01, 2019
I've been doing well with changing my oversnacking and underwatering, but today threw me a curve.
By way of explanation: my job consists of downloading and processing author manuscript submissions for peer-reviewed science journals. Files are submitted on a server open to anyone in the world who belongs to the scientific society that I work for. Anyone.
Sometimes you get the occasional “non-professional” submission.
You get the picture?
First paper I processed this morning.
First line of abstract:
"When you travel at speeds close to the speed of light, the time will be too fast for what you have left behind in the world."
and it goes on from there.
I got this before I had my first sip of coffee.
Absurdly enough, it sounds like something that could be printed on a coffee mug.
After I processed the Special Manuscript from Planet Venus, I was listening to last night's PBS Newshour podcast. There was a story about inserting microchips in humans. They interviewed a man who was perfectly normal until he got a cold that introduced him to some super bug, and he ended up with sepsis and having all of his limbs amputated.
At that point, I turned it off, so I did not find out how inserting microchips helped him. I went back to "Conan O'Brien Needs a Friend" podcast with Dana Carvey, which brought me some relief. Dana Carvey's proposed new reality TV show: "Predator Island", with Bill Cosby, Arnold Shwarzenager, and others. (Yes, I know, I have a sick sense of humor. It's one of the things that have gotten me through life.)
Oh, and Dawn, one of my coworkers, brought in the Truckers Size Box of Dunkin Donuts. Oh joy. I went over by her desk with my vegetables in a bag and asked her if she wanted some. (It's become a joke between us.) She said no, laughing, so I did a little "Stuart from Mad TV" dance and shook the veggies around. Which provided further entertainment for all.
So glad it is Friday.