Last night, while running in our Seattle neighborhood, I thought I smelled woodsmoke. I’m not sure where it came from, but it reminded me of the smell of the fire zone.
Is it about me or the birds?
I am taking a few days off from the lab because I am pretty exhausted and because I need to reflect. But when I get back into lab, the budgerigar and feral cat DNA will be waiting. I’ll purify my quail DNA and maybe even order up some primers to genotype these individuals. But then what?
At any rate, here are a couple of interesting things Devlin and I saw on that hike
I am not sure to whom these new excavations belong. But I do know that they attest to the fact that, perhaps
departed, have left no address
my anxiety about the survival of the creatures on site
The rattle of the bones, and chuckle spread from ear to ear.
italics are from T.S. Eliot’s The Fire Sermon