I think New Hampshire knows I’m coming and has turned on the faucets of expectatory water relocation. The obvious upside of this is that in any free time I get on this trip, I can nap and not feel bad about wasting the lovely weather!
That’s right folks, I’m transatlanticly translocating, a movent catalysed by Virgin Atlantic and instigated by my ability to nag the powers who decided to send me away!
I had such high hopes all those months ago of how I would be drowning in data and ideas, and would have no problems changing the poster title from ‘tbd’ to something a little more snappy. Yet here I am, mere days from travel and not only haveth I not a poster, but neither do I have the data with which to furnish said poster. What I cannot fathom at this moment, is how I am managing to sleep so damned soundly and not be fretting about this situation. I think I know that fate will pull me through. If not I can always take my backup plan…
See I’ve got this project I’ve been meaning to realise…the science of baby animal cuteness.
“Put me out of my misery
Let me go for my sanity”~curve, forgotten sanity