...all these things have been part of my life in the past couple of weeks. My brain is full. There have a beena staggering number of beautiful days which I've noticed during our occassional 10-minute breaks, and we've still managed to have a lot of fun, but there's no question this is a lot of work. Somehow my fellow singers have managed to make it seem like not quite so much, though. It's really a good group.

Of course, now that I've said that on my blog something will go horribly wrong, some terrible secret will be revealed, and... yeah. Jinxing it all, I am, by saying this publicly.

Did I mention my computer blew up? It's at the computer hospital now, and my biggest hope is that it won't develop a case of amnesia whilst there. I need it to remember a lot of things which only it knows.

Yesterday my 7-year old self was made quite happy by a visit to the Kennedy Space Center. My adult self was floored by the price of admission to same.

My (cough) year-old current being is wearing a shirt that says "NASA" on the front and "I Need My Space" on the back.

Indeed.