What a difference a weekend makes.

On Friday I was rushing around the lab like a force of nature, multitasking six different experiments and subsisting solely on adrenalin and caffeine. This morning, I seem to have lost momentum. Coffee, croissant, email checking…now what was it I was doing again?

It’s this sort of realization that always pulls me up short: there isn’t an experiment in the world that matters more than real life. This doesn’t mean I’m not passionately devoted to my research, mind. It’s an acknowledgment that lab work is only a part of my reality. I find this strangely reassuring.