It seems that lately no one updates their diaries in the morning. It just happens throughout the day and into the afternoon. This messes with my schedule of sitting down with my coffee and reading about everyone's lives in the morning. I say this, as I update my diary at 1:47 p.m.

Most of this morning I had a meeting in the building and floor where the astronaut's offices are. Needless to say, there were no yellow walls like those in my office. Under one of the conference room tables (under the table!) was this awesome model of the space station made from twisted paper clips, wire, and beeds. Seriously. Someone obviously had too much time on their hands. It was quite a creation. That was my last "official" meeting as the NASA Approach & Land person for the time being (that was one short-lived, but ultra-cool assignment). Some other lucky soul is going to get to take that job now. I'm hoping Sarah manages to somehow convince management that she should get it. I think it would improve her happiness levels and that she more suited to it than most other people.

A FDO just came and told me that being a FDO is the best job on the planet and that I was really lucky to be able to start so soon. I believe he actually said something like "Anywhere you go, you'll find people who love their job. But being a FDO is different than that. Everyone in the FDO office loves their job. I mean really LOVES their job." I don't exactly know what he meant by that statement. It did make becoming a FDO sound an awful lot like joining a cult. But I was comforted, none the less, about my recent career decisions. Anyway, that was a happy moment after spending the morning feeling slightly remorseful for leaving my cool new assignment so soon.

Tonight I'm doing yard work because I have another busy weekend planned. Tomorrow I'm going sailing (as crew). Sunday, Sarah and I are taking out our boat sailing. Monday we're having the LSO golf tournament (we're the "chicks with sticks" foresome, its Sarah, Jen M.. Buzz, and I.) Tuesday I'm going sailing on a co-workers boat. Wednesday night I'm sailing in the regatta as usual. I think I have a "sailing problem." Imagine, it started out simply as a cheaper substitute for my flying habit, and now its becoming consuming. Maybe I should start flying again to break my sailing habit?