gramp gramp grump

Writing proceeds apace on the manuscript. It's also my turn to work on the same-sex sexual behavior in animals collaboration I'm playing don't ask, don't tell with for my PI: I've mentioned it on Twitter (where I met the collaborators I'm working with on it, actually), but it's totally unrelated to my thesis work and I try not to talk about it too much where he can hear, in case he's pissed off at me that I'm being distracted from my main thesis stuff. Which is a fair thing, so I don't get too mad about it.

I love my collaborators, though, and it's a nice little oasis of this work is mine amid the infuriating slog of my thesis paper, so I'm excited to set some time aside to think about it. We're talking about hanging out at Evolution--Evolution being what is clearly going to be my home conference, of course--and maybe making a poster for this project as a team, so that'll be cool. I know two or three of us are aiming to go.

First, though: I gotta do the table I promised to do today. Yay.

as I drive to the gym tonight...

...I reflect that I am wearing a traffic cone orange shirt over a red sports bra, bright blue knee length shorts, royal plum crew socks, and neon green and white sneakers.

I am frequently one of the more interestingly dressed people at the gym because I tend to leave the crew socks I wear under my boots to the gym and just change my pants, but I am in rare form tonight. If only I had some sort of neon fuschia and violent green gym hat. With bobbles.