The clock turned over as I found myself at a research dead end, so I split for a lunch that was a return to origins of sorts. I heated up a dish of yam chili over rice and took it back to my cloffice where I was greeted with a message from K.: Skype me! Turning away from my desktop towards my laptop, I clicked the button that chimed that Skypetastic chime and after a few minutes technical difficulty ta-da! there was K.’s face! And her office! She raised and lowered her blinds so I could check out the New Orleans weather while she watched me eat. It was all very Jetsons. Work beckoned us both, so we waved goodbye and logged off and I rinsed out my dish and returned to buckling down.