Day Twelve

The Poem:

inefficiency:

the inevitable doom

of a scheduled life

Notes:

When I went to write up my lab this afternoon, I discovered that I only have one pen that works in my lab notebook with the copy pages. So with supper finished I tried to settle in to finish it only to find that one pen missing. I looked for it...under papers and blankets and behind the desk and behind the bed...and couldn't find it. So I asked Hannah if she had one I could borrow, and she told me where to look, and that failed too. I went back down to the kitchen and she came to look and finally found one. Thirty minutes later I was writing lab procedures and hazard warnings. Thirty minutes.

Clearly I will be stopping in at the bookstore tomorrow morning.