I passed my final cert sim. Yay me! I'm sure the training process I went through is as clear as mud to y'all, but that's a big deal. It rocks.

I was going to celebrate by going sailing. However, the wind was gusting to 30 mph last night. As that is enough wind to assuredly capsize the little boat I race, and swimming in Clear Lake is unpleasant to say the least, we didn't race. Instead I went and had the traditional post-cert margaritas. Yum.

An interesting article on last week's botched Soyuz landing. Aside from the interesting part, the author finished it off with a run-on sentence that clearly indicates to me he had his thesaurus open to the "p"-section:

Pusillanimous pussy-footing with Russian paranoia about their passion to conceal their 'dirty space laundry', and diplomacy-dictated toleration of brush-offs and continued cover-ups...