Greetings from work...
Nov. 13th, 2000 05:46 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alexpgpIt's in between comm passes right now, and it's one of those deadly quiet times as night begins to seriously think about ceding its place to the dawn. Traditionally, the time when people are at their lowest ebb. It's almost as if you can't be alert at this time of day, no matter how hard you try.
No wonder military types consider it a favorable time to attack. But why speak of such unpleasantness?
Right now, it's early morning Monday in Houston (and nearly 3 pm Monday in Moscow), yet on orbit, it's still the weekend, so things are still slow. From my perspective, the respective control teams are going about the business of getting used to jointly operating the ISS. This is where the years of planning, negotiating, and working has led us. I'm sure there have been a number of "aha!" moments, on both sides of the ocean.
Meanwhile, the ISS crew hurtles around the planet once every 90 minutes or so.
Segue.
I didn't sleep well at all "yesterday." I don't know whether it was the traffic noise, the anticipation of Galina and Lee coming home, wondering what was going to happen on this week's installment of The X Files, or the fact that I had three glasses of green tea (which is probably laced with enough caffeine to halt a wounded rhino in its tracks), but I think I got only one-and-a-half hours of sleep, and I'd describe the quality of that rest as "fitful."
Despite this, I remained in the sack until 7:45 pm, at which point I decided that I will too watch The X Files (and that turned out to be a pretty good call...the character of Doggett has somewhat gotten "caught up" regarding what's going on, and he's now pursuing "X" files, but only because he's hunting Mulder).
Galina finally came home around 9:40 pm; apparently, Lee got dropped off at her boyfriend's apartment. We sat and talked a little while, until it was time for me to go to work.
Two hours left on this shift, by my clock. We'll need to find out whether the crew's going to change it's sleep schedule, as it will affect what time we're supposed to report here tomorrow.
Back to work.
Cheers...
No wonder military types consider it a favorable time to attack. But why speak of such unpleasantness?
Right now, it's early morning Monday in Houston (and nearly 3 pm Monday in Moscow), yet on orbit, it's still the weekend, so things are still slow. From my perspective, the respective control teams are going about the business of getting used to jointly operating the ISS. This is where the years of planning, negotiating, and working has led us. I'm sure there have been a number of "aha!" moments, on both sides of the ocean.
Meanwhile, the ISS crew hurtles around the planet once every 90 minutes or so.
Segue.
I didn't sleep well at all "yesterday." I don't know whether it was the traffic noise, the anticipation of Galina and Lee coming home, wondering what was going to happen on this week's installment of The X Files, or the fact that I had three glasses of green tea (which is probably laced with enough caffeine to halt a wounded rhino in its tracks), but I think I got only one-and-a-half hours of sleep, and I'd describe the quality of that rest as "fitful."
Despite this, I remained in the sack until 7:45 pm, at which point I decided that I will too watch The X Files (and that turned out to be a pretty good call...the character of Doggett has somewhat gotten "caught up" regarding what's going on, and he's now pursuing "X" files, but only because he's hunting Mulder).
Galina finally came home around 9:40 pm; apparently, Lee got dropped off at her boyfriend's apartment. We sat and talked a little while, until it was time for me to go to work.
Two hours left on this shift, by my clock. We'll need to find out whether the crew's going to change it's sleep schedule, as it will affect what time we're supposed to report here tomorrow.
Back to work.
Cheers...
