Don’t think for a minute I’ve given up my day job of causing the human female as much annoyance as possible. Just so you know life isn’t all spelunking and quilts and lounging about on nitrogenous compounds, here’s a Sinister Status Report:
–The Ever-dripping Faucet of Wastefulness has finally been fixed, so I arranged for the one in another lab room to leak.
–The missing beakers arrived. One of them has a weird thing that might be a flaw, and the human female is suspicious that it might crack in use. Still waiting to hear what the vendor says.
–The missing jars of tiny, tentacled beasties arrived late last week. Dead. The human female pulled out some more of her graying hair, called the vendor, and arranged for two more to be sent. Those arrived this morning. Those, too, had already departed for the Valhalla of the Invertebrates. Fourth time’s the charm, eh?
–It has finally ceased raining, but not before the human female discovered that there is apparently a pinhole in her right rubber boot. Wet socks are so unpleasant.
Work, work, work, work, work.