Then There Were Two

There are two now! if you look to the right of my blog, there is a list of people who follow it. There are two now! I don't know what will happen if you become a "follower". Perhaps you will get pesky e-mails every time i post something!!!
I was woken this morning from a dream about baseball by what i thought was a group of umpa-lumpas rummaging around. For some reason, the moment was strangely familiar. When i lived with tracy, i would wake up every morning to find that she had creeped down from the loft, already bustling about with breakfast, likely irritated that i was still groggy. I would wake into this hostile environment woken by the floating aroma of latka, or pancakes, or eggs, and every morning i would lie awake and stare out my window at the tree that would eventually fall onto the roof of the cabin, an act that tracy's cat did not hesitate to blame on me. Though only one umpa-lumpa was there then, hunched over an old fashioned coffee grinder, i still layed the same way breathing, somehow anticipating how difficult the day would be to finish.
Luckily, i was not the only one in a less-than-spry mood. Tyler looked like a man fresh back from war, while gussie gave of the persona of an overworked house-wife who, for the thousandth time must take care of the cleaning. Even carly, our stand-behind bastion of cheerfulness, was no better than lachrymose  with irritation. Even i found myself slightly irritable, finding the minute orders or my graduate student searing. I think i could blame my own displeasure on the exhaustion caused by the work party last night. I had sat down to write about it after i sped the five miles from the yacht club at break-neck speed, but found that, once off the bike, i was a little less than focused and rendered unable.
I
 had thought i needed to escape, as if work was a little corner in hell where the walls were lined with protocols and pipetters. I rode my bike back to the house and went swimming. This time, however, i thought i would strip down completely to increase aero(not arrow)dynamics. The train passed once again, out of my reach and once back on the docks, i sat down, patting myself dry with my spandex running shorts (it was not effective). As i pulled my work clothes back on, I looked towards the other end of the beach and noticed the man with the tube (not toob) laying, i am hoping, unalert in the littoral vegetation. I was strartled but feigned a look of determined pride and indifference, knowing that later, it would make some fine material.
"How did the rest of your day go, Bourcard"
"really, you would like to know"
"why, of course. It sounds like a rough day. Did you end up making it back in time for lunch, did you do anything exciting with your research, did you break down and cry in the office because nobody was having fun today?"
well....
I did make it back in time, but just. and the rest of the day dragged along, various experiments finished sloppily, the spilling of chloroform until i find myself here, my incense burned to the handle trying to convince myself that this cannot continue. I bore through it as best as i could and came out average. I feels like worse than average, like average, itself, is worse than average. That is a hope, "tomorrow, I vow to be better than Average".

Person of the day:
I would like to make this short, knowing how long the rest of this post is,  an also knowing that, despite how much i enjoy this part of my day, I must move on to something else. Zvezdo, the romainian post-doc, managed to be the life of the party last night, playing volleyball over a string of lights, instigating water-balloon fights and speaking animatedly with everyone. So i was glad that on my ride to work today, he was mounting his bike on the side walk as i passed. He looks Romanian, tan skin, like a a mix of french and albanian, droopy eyes though not unattractive. He always has something to say and, between him and Kubi (buki, backwards), the Turkish post-doc, i have my hands full with thick-accented socialites.