Every once in awhile, I imagine that I may be missing my calling in life. How am I supposed to know if I had really been meant to pursue a life in science, discovering a cure for liver spots?

How do I know that I wasn’t meant to be a beet farmer, or a Danish prince? All legitimate options, by the way.

I’ve always felt that maybe my minor interest in dragonflies meant that I should have become an insect scientist (there must be some sort of technical word for that endeavor, but it’s barely 7 AM for Pete’s sake!). Knowing I should have done that, and didn’t – would really bug me.

Hee hee…

Chow for now!