Well, I went to Florida, and all I got was a lousy gasoline bill. [Okay, and lunch at Dixie Crossroads.] STS-127 has yet to launch, and as I watched the post-Mission Management Team press conference on Sunday, I had no faith that they’d fly. So, well, I started driving home, making it to Lake City, FL before I conked out on Sunday night and driving the rest of the way home yesterday. Put simply, I’m tired. [Sorry, HSVLocals, for sleeping through Thai Tuesday today.]

As the title indicates, taking this much time off is an exercise in separating What I Do for a Living from Who I Am. My life is radically unbalanced in this regard, and I’m trying to restore it to balance. I’m also going stir-crazy. I have no profound insights as of yet; I have two more weeks for those, I reckon.