…whoa oh baby, back where I belong.
A pharmaceutical company provided the laboratory and business office with breakfast via a food truck this morning. Lots of great looking pancake combos on the menu, but I opted for the overly sweet “healthy” choice of the yogurt- granola- fruit parfait. Healthy–right, who am I kidding! At least it gave me enough energy to write a blog post, and led to an obvious opening line to boot.
As far as “goin’ home,” is concerned, yesterday we took a break from the design process. Barb and I spent part of the evening at a joyous celebration, a “brit milah” or ritual circumcision. Mazel Tov to the baby’s family, particularly the grandma, a fellow pathologist and theater lover. She and I have plans to co-write a musical set in a morgue. If you don’t subscribe to Variety, just read future installments of this blog to know when the show makes its off-off Broadway debut. I will have free tickets for all our readers.
This morning the house project got back on track. AT 7 a.m. we received a revised set of exterior drawings from the architect, and a meeting with the him and the builder is scheduled for this evening. One thing that I have had difficulties with is taking the two dimensional drawings and translating them in my head into a full widescreen 3D rendition. It is hard for me to look at the outside elevations and recognize what will be in the foreground and what will recede and how the various roof lines will interact. Fortunately, Barb has a good grasp of the spatial arrangements, and has even lent the architect a guiding hand. So with enough Keurig K-Cups and a fresh cinnamon coffee cake to keep everyone comfortably buzzed, I think might finally get to the starting line tonight, and maybe, maybe, catch a glimmer of the finish line in the distant haze. Barb and I will have to be The Marathon Men. Better that than being The Mad Men, a designation I believe I have heard from some of you!
Time to wrap this up, as I just noticed that the leftover pancakes were delivered to our break room. Got to get some while they are still warm. No gluten issues here. Dine on!
Sometimes the lights all shinin’ on me
Other times I can barely see
Lately it occurs to me
What a long, strange trip its been!
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It was an honor to have you and Barb with us…..and thanks for not mentioning “retired” pathologist😉😉
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