…my tonsils around, apparently. Fighting off something, but it’s trashing my tonsils more than anywhere else. One in particular; I’ve never seen it push out a crypt like this before. I fear one of these days I really will have to get them removed. In my mid-30s. Not looking forward to that.
Work has kept me crazy-busy again. The chapter review is almost done. I’ve been frying my brain comparing & working on protein structures. I’ll be ecstatic to be off my ass and back on my feet doing experiments this week. Maybe sneak some walking breaks in at work when we thaw out again.
I’ve been taking a crash course of sorts into Python. The new graduate student who joined my doctoral lab just before I left is taking the bioinformatics course I took when they first started offering it. We used Perl at the time to do most of the data/text manipulation, but they’ve since switched over to Python (with good reason, too, as it’s more useful to the sciences). The first year for that, apparently! The students are struggling through it, and the prof hasn’t completely adapted the homework (and corresponding lectures on commands) to the new language. I’ve been helping her work through that, which has necessitated a crash course on much of the different syntax & commands to work with it. At least this will leave me well situated to take advantage of Python to write those data-manipulation scripts I was looking to make for pruning PDB files for APBS calculations.
I’ve also had some cooking experiments that came to fruition. Particularly on the pickling front. I will have to get those jotted down when I get a longer moment to catch up on things!
I’m also getting stir crazy from the winter, and my knees are feeling the weather a bit. Walking in the wet snow is rougher on my legs than I expect (especially when I’m walking a mile or two in it), and I’m anxious to get to cycling again (hopefully easier on my knees). It saves me time getting to/fro work (seriously, takes half as long as transit), and obviates the avoidance of the rush hour commute, since I won’t be riding on sardine cans anymore!
Time to nurse this malaise—whatever its source may be—with some sleep!