Sigh. And also, our X stage started doing that thing again tonight. Laird, we may have to have one of our wonderful cable routing bonding sessions. You know, the kind where I hold the flashlight for 5 hours while you talk to yourself with your head inside the instrument. I can’t wait.
Since we had clouds, I bailed on the control room and went down to the astronomer’s lounge. Much comfy.
Here’s another Clint Black song. It also describes TJ’s last couple of nights.