I am starting to regret the carpe diem decision to drive out to Madison. Starting a brutal week of science by rolling in from an exhanusting long drive is not good brain management. We left Ptitsburgh at 5am Tuesday, arriving is sufficient time to make the 5pm happy hour, and remain physically present for the talks until 10pm. At this point, we promptly wimped out, instead of hanging around to chat up our future collaborators. We got an eye roll and a tut-tut from Dr. Rockstar for going to bed 'early.' Here we are at day 2, and I don't feel sufficiently recovered to drink anything but coffee all day long. This, or course, leaves a body feeling like a jittery shell- not like a brilliant scientist. Fortunately, the only scientists here that I am especially eager to please are some good ol' boys from the FDA, and they don't stay out late to drink beers. I'll get up early and meet them for breakfast instead.
So far, all is quiet on the scoop front. This is a great relief- I am sure we've got at least the 6 months I think I need to publish this story in peace. The few competitors with overlapping interests seemed to have either dropped their efforts or be far enough behind that I am not so worried. For now. I'm emailing updates back to Dr. Boss in an effort to keep him in the loop. Otherwise, I am here with two of Dr. Rockstar's grad students, and happy not to need to be the life of the party.
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