I'm bored! I've finally been offered a job, working with greater sage grouse in Nevada. I have till tomorrow to decide whether or not to take it. Job specs: live in a trailer on a gravel pad 70 miles from the nearest town (read: nearest shower, phone, and internet connection) with three other (male) students/technicians and spend the next three months night-lighting, banding, tracking and observing grouse. I have been known to be attracted to like situations (I spent last summer living in a tent on a gravel pad in the Arctic) but I'm skeptical about this one . . .

Still, my incurable wanderlust and tendency to make rash, often poor, decisions has me seriously tempted to fire off an acceptance e-mail and drive to Reno this weekend.