All that talk about watching the shuttle and station pass over, and I completely forgot to go outside. Well, Wednesday night I couldn’t because I was stuck in class, but last night? The night with the pass nearly straight overhead? With the vehicles docked for extra brightness? And the full moon out to add to the display? Yeah, I forgot.
Instead, I was inside watching the baseball game. I fell asleep in the 7th inning, but see that the Red Sox prevailed again (albeit in a much closer game than the first one). Has anyone else noticed that the Red Sox are no longer the scrappy underdog? I think they fully played that card in 2004. I hope the Rockies can come back and win some games, if not the series.
So I missed the space station and space shuttle. Chalk it up to another day of strange sleep and a fuzzy head. Yesterday afternoon I dreamed that my sister had a baby and named him Bart. When I woke up, it seriously took me about 3 minutes to figure out whether my sister was actually pregnant in real life. I concluded that she is not, but if she ever has a kid named Bart I will be sufficiently weirded out.
I was sleeping during the day after going in to work at 3 a.m. to watch the rendezvous. Everything went well, unless you count massive headaches with the shuttle’s network of laptops and software. It’s the most complicated vehicle in the world, and yet the thing driving everybody crazy yesterday was trying to get a computer hooked up and a wireless network operating correctly. It was also the first flight with the laptops running Windows XP. (Yes, XP. We’re slow here at NASA.) Coincidence? Hmm…
