Well, my ten days of high-altitude, breakfast burritos, and bizzare monster work ethic are over. My flight out of Albuquerque is in six hours, and it's a two hour drive, so there really isn't much point in sleeping.

Besides, I need my requisite ass-early assy-breakfast at waffleass. Ever since the first time I flew out here and had to return a rental car at some ungodly hour, I've made wafflehouse a personal tradition. And for no good reason at all. Maybe it's just because I think it is so cute that Lukas loves wafflehouse. Anyway, it's certainly not the food.

The last ten days have been some very odd ones. A lot has happend, most of which I won't write about here for the sake of career preservation. Everything went great. I met Dimitri, liked him, made a good first impression. Don dropped what he was doing to help me out for three days, and John for ten! Everything is so productive when I'm out here, I can't wait to come back.

I'm going to try to engineer a trip out here for the beginning of April, so that I can sneak in a trip to the Trinity site, which is only open two days a year. We'll see if Molvig will let me get away with that.