- Packing: still boring. Belle has been giving us her charming company and help, though. It eases the pain. Also: still not done.
- Experiment: still not done. I don't want to talk about it.
- Dr. S: is from another planet, bless his heart. I want to hire some strapping young college students to move our stuff from truck to apartment. He wants to do it himself. ?????
- Dr. S's boss: is insane. No, he does NOT have time to do 'one more experiment.' That takes three full days. Because he is leaving on Sunday.
- Dr. S's boss: is also paying him in September. Half-time ('There is no way I will work for that man full time in September!' 'Yes, dear.'
- My boss: is also paying me in September. Full time.
- Nausea: in full force. Now on the Bad List: garlic, cold room, vinegar, canned corn, and lab sinks.
- Baby: lima-bean sized on today's Baby's First Picture ultrasound. With a little flickering heart. ('Here, see?' 'Are you sure that's not just noise?' 'Yes.').
- Mother-in-law: ecstatic that now she can tell everyone.
(Normally, we might wait longer, but... 1. we're leaving; 2. my tummy is so fat and poochy that I've already been asked twice; and 3. half my lab already knows.)
