First: I was angry at my mice again yesterday (out of a litter of 11 with 4 hets, the mom started neglecting the pups and I have only one surviving het, what the fuck), so I went to the rabbit room in our animal facility and talked with the rabbits for a bit. I don't know what research people do on the rabbits in our facility, but they were all so happy to see me and wiggled their noses with me and did binkies in their cages. I wanted to pet them on the noses so badly, but I wasn't sure if that would mess up somebody else's research. Visiting the rabbits is the only reason being down in the animal room when everybody else in the world has gone home is worth it.
Second: Adam had to work today, so after I did a few hours of work at the lab, I ate lunch at a Panera in the Financial District and read in the sun on the
Rose Kennedy Greenway for hours and hours, and then ate a chocolate cupcake in the North End. I was reading The Time Traveler's Wife, and even though I don't read (or like) fiction that often, I absolutely loved it and got totally engrossed in the story and looked up around 5 PM to realize that the sun had moved behind a building and I was very cold. Having solo reading-centered adventures in the city makes me feel more like me -- I wish I had the time, and that Boston had the weather, that I could do that more often.