“This must be Thursday,” said Arthur to himself, sinking low over his beer. “I never could get the hang of Thursdays.”
On this particular Thursday, something was moving quietly through the ionosphere many miles above the surface of the planet.
~ Douglas Adams, The Hitchiker’s Guide to the Galaxy
Our overriding feeling today is exhaustion! There’s nothing like an overnight flight, leaving John Wayne Airport at 9:35 p.m. PT on a full flight and arriving in Atlanta’s Hartsfield-Jackson at 4:31 a.m. ET to remind a person that you aren’t 23 years old anymore.
That said, we hopped on the next leg to Orlando. Then, we read, we wrote, and we arrived safely. These days, you can’t expect much more out of a cross-country flight.
Yet, there is also exhilaration. NASA’s Kennedy Space Center is hopping. The two of us shared an odd moment of excitement upon arrival at the badging station: the parking lot was full of cars. We silently cheered the fact that we would have to wait in line to pick up our press credentials. We haven’t seen Anderson Cooper or Ali Velshi yet, but the News Center parking lot is filled with media trucks and rental cars.
Of course, it’s raining. At times, it’s been raining a lot, so our shoes are soaked through. And there’s been lightning, so the press can’t go out to the launch pad for the rollback of the rotating service structure or sunset photo op. As Californians, we can’t remember when we’ve seen this many clouds.