Going back to Houston

I finally have a room to stay at in Houston! Whoo hoo! It only took asking about the first 15 people (after eliminating those who live in the boonies and those who have cats) on the housing list. Now, I have a place to stay until I find my perfect apartment :).

I got an e-mail from my division's boss at JSC today (we correspond once a month, just to let him know that I am still alive). He wrote this:

As you know, our NASA administrator and the Associate Administrator for Space Flight have resigned. We have an acting JSC center director and an acting Directorate chief. Don't be alarmed though, all is running just fine and we have plenty of technical work to do.

I was actually aware of all this as individual news items. It basically means there is no permanent management above him until you get to Vice President Cheney. But I think its hilarious to hear all the reshuffling put together in one brief thought like that.

I think I've been getting too much sleep.

In the last few nights, I've had really strange dreams that have included (but not limited to): a starving kitten, me becoming a novice nun, me being able to fly by flapping my arms, a conversation with friends who didn't understand why I would ever want to leave America, a very weird experience in a Turkish-style Moroccan public bath, a re-enactment of a scene from Apollo 13....