nose like the mating call of a moose
I am woefully allergic to New York. Whatever it is that they have on the Long Island in this season is killing me. And the meager pharmaceuticals they have to offer do nothing to help me.
The woman in the room next door to me cannot sleep because I blow my nose too loudly. She gave me her nasal decongestant in the hopes that it would help me be more quiet. It has not. I am just stifling snuffles in a big fluffy towel. She felt bad about this and came over to apologize for possibly hurting my feelings. But I have been hearing this complaint from family and boyfriends for many many years. It is what it is.
Just for tonight I am in an austere little room with no radio or television on the campus of the Cold Spring Harbor Laboratory. She need not fear. Tomorrow I will be shuttled off to the seminary with all the other unsavory types.
As for CSHL, the main conference hall is the most beautiful little auditorium I have ever seen. There is a painting in the lobby entitled: unpainted cow jumps the fence. It's a square white cow tumbling over a fence. And the cafeteria served among an abundance of amazing food - chocolate cannolis with the slightest hint of cinnamon. *Wow!*
I am not sure why I am here. I just hope to have a few cool conversations about science and not to be observed sleeping through the sessions.
In a great irony - I drove up to CU to catch a plane to Chi and then NY only to have the first plane have mechanical failure. So I was rerouted. I drove up to CU to catch a plane back down to St. Lou and then to NY.