Sunday

This morning, Amy and I checked out of the bed & breakfast, where we were greeted with breakfast. We gamely declined (because we were having breakfast with Riles), but not before picking up some freshly made blueberry cake, still warm from the oven. Bed & breakfast and wealth go amazingly together. I wish I spent more weekends with them.

Leaving the panel, Riles gave each of us a card. This morning, we found out that they were written before the panel, but written as if she had written them after the panel. How do I mean?

"Thank you for coming (and for being funny)."

Moi: How did she know I'd be funny?

Amy: You weren't that funny.

You know what was funny? Amy's card.

"Thank you for speaking about things."

Best. Professor. Ever.

Bonus Section: New epidemiology joke (once again, not very funny, though everyone at breakfast much preferred this to Alan's original).

A woman is walking down the street and meets her neighbor, who asks, "How's your husband?" To which she says, "Compared to what?" The moral of the story is that epidemiologists are always concerned with comparators. It'd be really great if epi jokes had less morals and more humor.