The Power of Cornbread

My schedule for today:
08:00 - 14:50 Holmes Lab
14:50 - 15:10 Commute to Lebanon, NH
15:10 - 15:15 Commute to Harvest Hill
15:15 - 16:40 Harvest Hill chorus job
16:40 - 17:00 Commute to Thayer Engineering
17:00 - 18:20 ENGS 13 Lecture

By the time the lecture ended (20 minutes behind schedule, I might add), I was tired and grouchy and did not want to do any more work today. While walking back from the engineering buildings, J* and I stopped by his room so I could borrow his copy of The Innovator's Prescription to do the assigned reading, since my copy still hasn't arrived. While there, he presented me with a surprise: a piece a cornbread he saved for me from lunch.

I'm still tired and grouchy, but I did take a short nap while reading Mountains Beyond Mountains, a combination that never fails to put me in a better mood (while simultaneously making me feel indescribably inadequate and inspired). That, and the cornbread.

I love cornbread, and I love my friends. It's those little things that show they really care, because they indicate that you're on their mind through the course of the day.