following the dork bloodline

You ever have one of those moments where you realize you inherited more from your parents than you thought?

I was making beer with my mom and brother tonight, and after he went home, we were cleaning up, and I had added the yeast to the brew and put it away, and was holding the vial in my hand, and my mom said "Oh, we should wash that out and keep it. Vials are cool." I had been thinking the same thing, but I didn't want to say it out loud because I thought she'd think I was crazy for wanting to keep something with no discernable purpose. It sounded exactly like words that would have come out of my mouth.

Apparently my love of things scientific in form and/or function comes from my mom's nerdy brain.

Vials are cool.

Oh, btw, yes, I'm off on vacation in Tucson. I'm in the middle of the desert, it's 32 degrees outside for some unknown reason, and I'm sitting by a roaring fire, playing on a laptop, making beer with my family (tomorrow night we're gonna try making wine), in a gorgeous house with a view of the mountains, and no one around except the howling wolves that I can hear out in the wilderness. I can see the band of the milky way, and every single star in the sky. And my mom has a hot tub, so you can sip on a beer and observe the bewildering infinite beauty of the cosmos in freezing weather without missing a beat. (Until you have to get out).

Someone remind me again why I'm going back to that overcrowded stinking shithole of a state when this is all over?