A few precious hours
The snow in New England never lasts very long. Living so close to the ocean means that our winters are mild and our snow cover ephemeral. When the white flakes begin to fall, I know I only have a few hours until they inevitably metamorphose back to rain. But oh, those hours are glorious. The drudgery of a pandemic winter is hard to escape, so I'm working on finding joy wherever I can. I actually recently heard a colleague describe scientific life as "alternating phases of euphoria and despair," and I cannot say he's wrong. The trick is to make the euphoria last as long as possible, while keeping the despair confined. So today, like an adult child enjoying the few precious hours of New England snow, let's focus on those moments of euphoria. - My lab has been asked to collaborate on a project that would take my research in a new direction. We're not sure if the methods will work, but part of the point of the project is to develop a reliable protocol. If it wo