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In three weeks, as of very early this morning I will be flying out of WA. (Most of my belongings will have left some days earlier, and get there some time later.) Lots still to do, though there seems to be some hope of it all getting done. Asked Dr. S if I could rotate in his lab, and he agreed. So, on to cutting up brains and things. (I like the people and I wanted something different.)

I had hoped to have a nice quiet stretch before I left. Oh well. I wonder if getting to Cleveland will seem like quiet and sanity, or loneliness and isolation? Both, probably. I like having time, and having time to myself, but sometimes the transition is a little strange. This transition will probably be all kinds of strange.