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.
![Almost just works](/wp-content/uploads/2015/12/2015-12-03-00.08.42.jpg)
![photon pressure?](/wp-content/uploads/2015/12/2015-12-01-20.06.39.jpg)
![depends on who you are](/wp-content/uploads/2015/12/2015-12-02-20.29.52.jpg)
Here’s another Clint Black song. It also describes TJ’s last couple of nights.