You know you're a dork when, on a Thursday night while visiting your sister and her family, you're studying the ins and outs of Ansel Adams' zone system. (And getting excited about all of its possibilities.)
Also, you know you're a dork when you're talking with your husband before you fall asleep, and he asks about what you're thinking.
Your answer: photography.
And to think that answer used to be global warming. Huh.