Staying Put in Upton

The coordinators of the first year medical school curriculum calendar probably thought they were doing the students a favor by scheduling an anatomy exam directly following a three-day weekend. But I'd so much rather get it done with and then relax for the weekend, or start studying for my next biochemistry exam. And so, I'm tolerating a weekend filled with the arteries, nerves, and fossae of the head and neck by hanging out in Upton. I went walking with Mother, as extrapolated upon in the entry below, ate some delicious pot roast, and sat by the fireplace.

The Memere came to dinner last night. Blowing her nose, she declared, "I keep having all this air come out of my nose." I replied, "Yeah, I've been having that problem all my life." Mother glared at me, though later admitted that it was funny. As usual, I have grown taller and lost weight.

In order to reach today's goal of 16,262 steps or "step equivalents" I was still in need of about 6500 steps after walking down Mechanic Street this afternoon. So I rowed in the basement for a while. Now it's back to the cranial nerves.