I finally made it back from Florida (weird, weird, wonderful Florida) at about 10:00 on Sunday night. I tried to go to sleep immediately, since I had work on Monday morning. That almost worked well.
Until I realized: I actually spoke to three people who had been in space. Just talked to them like this was a normal thing that actually happened to people. (With no more than my usual starstruck awkwardness.)
Then, Monday morning, still averaging about 4 hours of sleep per night over the past week, I drove downtown and sang along to Marian Call on my iPod. And grinned wide enough that people on the Kennedy who happened to see the girl in the blue Element with the FSM sticker and the venti caramel macchiato probably feared for their safety. Probably.
The thing is, I don’t think I will ever fully get over what I’ve experienced in the past week. And that’s the best part about it.
Because I was going into space withdrawals by about Friday night, I knew I would have to watch the live stream of today’s spacewalk (EVA, extra-vehicular activity). Of course, our power went out yesterday after about an hour of rain.
(Damn it, Chicago, we had storms worse than that for half a day, and then launched a shuttle like it was no big deal. You have an hour of storms and we lose power for going on 27 hours. I guess everyone can’t be as efficient as NASA….)
So, as you can see from the picture at the top of this post, I’m watching the EVA on my laptop at Starbucks. Where I walked this morning, due to my lack of car. It took about half an hour. Uphill both ways.
It’s amazing to me that I couldn’t dry my hair this morning, but am still currently watching a live feed of a spacewalk happening over 200 miles above the surface of my planet. Beautiful.
This still isn’t my final wrap-up post, because I know I’ll probably tear up and laugh while writing that one, and, well, I’m in a Starbucks. More to come when our power comes back on.
For now, I’m just glad to report that the feeling of the launch doesn’t end.