Working a mission is kind of like a localized distortion in the space time continuum. What happened to March? I may never know.

I am really really not in the mood to be at work today. The other part of the distortion is that its highly localized, meaning the world went on without me, and I am generating quite a to-do list for the next couple of weeks.

But first, off to Florida. I leave tonight, wish I could leave sooner.

In other randomness, a friend of Jen M's posted a picture of her flight control team from this mission (one of the space station teams) on her blog. From there it got "digg'ed" (kind of like a rating system for interesting things found on blogs). And then it got passed around, next thing she knew, her photo had hundreds of comments from total strangers.

I had a lot of fun reading them last night. There seems to be general surprise that 1. There are girls in the picture. 2. That the girls are good looking. 3. That the whole team is young (this is particularly interesting because even in the heyday of Apollo, the flight control team has always been young). 4. That there is zero racial diversity (which is fair, I know several hispanic flight controllers and several black ones, but there aren't that many...) 4. They seem very concerned about our use of PC's (never mind that the room is full of fancy Unix workstations, and the PC's are just supplimental machines).