Still record cold here. Much more typical of what I'm used to in February, but it's apparently been the second coldest in Baltimore history.
I've been keeping very busy at work. I'm assigned full-time to the XO team hunting for planets crossing in front of nearby stars. I thought my role was going to be more of just the grunt work, like programing the robotic telescope mounts and installing things at the observatory. But I'm also going to get to do a lot of the analysis, and was very surprised at the end of last week to get asked to join in on two proposals to use the infrared Spitzer Space Telescope to hunt for some very cool things.
Unfortunately that made me suddenly very busy when I had planned on having some free time. Becky flew down from Boston to spend the weekend, and if her flight hadn't been delayed an hour and a half I might not have been able to pick her up from the airport.
The weekend was complicated. We hit both the Walters and Baltimore Museum of Art. The Walters was amazing. We stayed until they practically kicked us to the curb and locked the doors behind us. There was still so much we didn't get to see, and I think we could have spent hours more gushing over the things that we did. I've always loved museums, but touring one with a pretty art historian rules!
Someone once told me that it's not the first woman you sleep with that matters. It's the first one you wake up with. In some way that's true.
And it's pathetic that I didn't find out until I was 32 years old.
And did I mention her brother calling all her friends telling them I was some sort of sicko molester?