Back to Work... Sort Of

Now that the super-awesome-spectacular (extreme) San Francisco vacation has come to an end, it seems like it's time to get back to work. I went in yesterday to see what was going on and found my lab in total chaos. They are moving to a new space this week, but the new space is still not ready yet, so people were crabby, everything was in boxes, and nobody knew what the moving schedule was. So I sat down in the now empty office and worked on a grant for a while, then took off for home a bit early. This morning I woke up to an inch of fresh snow on the ground, which means the city has shut down again (they can't handle snow here), so I figured probably nothing new has happened at work and I may as well stay home for a while. So here I am. Fortunately I brought home a few papers to read to work on the next part of my grant, so I'm all set for at least a few hours. Plus I need to shower.

I've become addicted to a new book, Motley Crue/the dirt (confessions of the world's most notorious rock band). It seems like the kind of book that wouldn't be all that great but it's actually very well done (they must have had one heck-uva ghost writer) and pretty crazy. These guys did nothing but drugs and pills and booze for years and as a result had some pretty interesting experiences. I wouldn't recommend it for the innocent. But it does sort of delve into their childhood traumas and their relationships with women and with each other, and has some deeper moments of thought and reflection (surprisingly). What's really surprising is that any of them remember anything. My Studly Hubby got the book for Christmas and I of course stole it from him and got sucked in.