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Victory

I can't believe it. I was thinking about my run last night. Things have been going so well, no problem, and I have been meeting my goals, but last night the accumulator went over pressure and my system never entered the cleaning cycle, so it was plugged with salts from my buffer. I have never been able to unplug the system with hot water, till now. This morning running boiling water through the lines actually worked. You don't know what it would have meant if I lost this system for a day or had to spend any more time on it. I was so glad I left it to rinse water and came on my break. Today is going to be extra-busy since I am also doing microbial, and the column I needed came in, so I want to prep that sample today too. Sometimes I feel like if I were older that I could have a heart attack from the rush. I'm so glad I'm not old enough to worry about that yet.

And I wrote a whole lot more about art and writing and now it is lost because my copy/paste failed, and now my break is over, but that's okay, I remember what I said... :/

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