<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Chloe Dawson<br/>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… with critical needs covered, I head out to see how Kimmie faired with the vending ... throw out my cold coffee in the lab sink and make a fresh cup ... wish I could make half cups ... sit at the table and tear into the sandwich …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“No problem with vending? Good! So what do you think? You heard the little beggars when I first opened the door! They'd wake the dead if I let them out hungry!” #<em>Giggle</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… work at the sandwich ... ravenous, and then recall dinner interruptus last night so we could go off and kiss ... smile to myself …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“So think about where we go when I'm done. Maybe 10:30 or 11:00? A little bar maybe? North end? Pats don't play til tomorrow and the college bars will be full of sports fans for whatever goes on when helmets clash on a Saturday. Besides, I need to get away from campus.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>…  munch my sandwich …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“Maybe on the harbor? Qiet where we can talk and make goo goo eyes at each other.” #<em>Giggle</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“Go back by my place and then yours to, um, to dress up a little bit more? I need to wash off lab smells anyway. So think about that while I clean cages. Half hour if the monkey's cooperate, 45 minutes if they don't.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… last bite of sandwich ... cary my coffee in with me ... and of course the monkeys don't cooperate and they make extra messes and take extra time ... the rats are better behaved ... drink gulps of cold coffee as I go through the lab checklist ... sign off on what I did and didn't do ... no blood work until Monday ... exit the lab and arm the door alarm …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“And now you know the drudgery of critter maintenance. Days when I have to take data are worse. Monday is huge, about ten hours to do everything that needs doing.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… we head back out and into my car again ... back toward my condo …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“So have you decided how dressed up we need to be for late lunch and drinks on the harbor?”</span></span><br/>