Just back from a conference in Edinburgh:
- got rained on
- ate too much
- stayed up too late
- got rained on some more
- drank moderately but more than I'm used to
- saw photographs someone took of me and noticed that the bags under my eyes appear to be an independent life-form
- drank not so moderately, and more than I'm used to
- learned some stuff that I shouldn't do (research-wise; not drink-wise)
- learned some stuff that I should do (research-wise; drink-wise is a given)
- wished that I felt more fulfilled (yeah, I know...)
- wished that I could look forward to a weekend without doing any work
- looked forward to a weekend doing lots of work
And when I did get home, I found
- baby toads crawling over the garden
- baby fish now twice as large as when I left (and many more now - probably between 20 and 30)
- data to be analysed
- a report to be written (due two days earlier)
- data to be written up
- papers to be sent out to review (12 of them)
- papers to make editorial decisions on (9 of them)
- a Patient Information Sheet (for some research with patients) to be re-written
- a sense of impending despair
- a strong desire to find another career
