All things being equal

I have taken the time to print out the 15 page article that I have to read and, in the process, gave myself a paper cut on my knuckles.

I can't remember the last time I got minor injuries. It's a strange feeling. Logically, I know I might've collected a bruise or two while moving because I never was very careful with corners and edges when I'm lugging things around but I don't remember anything from that. I have not actually gone out in the field at all and despite of what the signs say, I don't consider it to be a trail if there is cement involved. It's just wrong. There's no falling into creeks or stepping into gopher holes or finding mysterious cuts/bruises every other time that I shower. My apartment does provide the bugs though (have found a giant almost-cricket like thing -- same genus, probably -- by the garbage can the other day and had no idea where it came from) so I am not totally out of touch with nature. Though I admit that I would much prefer to remain in touch via the more appealing aspects and not, as the case appears to be, via the crawly critters. (Though if I keep my celery for much longer I may also establish connection with the saprobes.)

I will set a new record for talks/seminars attended per week tomorrow (four), and attempt to show interest in the evolutionary constraints of protein structures.