Home, sweet home.

Oh, it's good to be home!

I survived the study with no detectable side-effects. J picked me up at the facility at 10:30 and took me right to Los Altos, a great little Mexican restaurant near our house that serves cheap, delicious breakfast, and I had my first cup of coffee in two weeks. And migas. Rapture.

It's about 85 degrees, sunny and dry, gorgeous spring weather. I have my door and windows open, and I'm sitting here with a big iced coffee, sucking on a square of dark chocolate, and printing out the materials I need to deliver by Thursday to U.T. to accompany my application (resume, C.V., reviews of my film).

What is better than my life right now?