What a great weekend! Nice to have some unscheduled time and just do stuff around the house. The weather was also great but that time change kicked my butt on day 1. Of course that means Anna's body clock is up at 6:30am instead of her usual 7am. And that shouldn't have really made me feel tired, but the whole shift of the day really did a number on me and by 7:00pm, she was passed out and I was in bed by 7:30! Maybe I'm getting old. Dang.

I ran 6 miles on Saturday, which is good since I didn't run at all last week since my running group was at the launch all week. The launch that was ultimately scrubbed due to leaks. As I finished up my run, I ran into D, whose husband is on this flight. She and her husband were hanging outside while repair men worked on a gas leak at their house. What do you say to a crewmember who should be in space right now, but after a week of waiting around to launch, then scrub, then launch, then scrub, and finally "there's a leak and then a crack and oh my, we need to work this for real, and everybody go home and we'll fix this and try again in late Nov/early December". So I said something stupid about "welcome home" and "Discovery is my favorite ship" and yes, even the ultimately dumb, "when I was a space camp geek, that was my ship!" (Don't worry, I said it in a I know this is geeky tone of voice that elicited a few laughs). And finally, "well, we're all rooting for you guys! Time to get my last two miles in, see ya!"

Lord.

On this morning's run I asked D how the leak went. She started a long monolog about an umbilical plate and a team working to figure it out and I didn't even get what she was saying till she was done. She had a great laugh and moment of perspective when I told her HA, I'd meant the LEAK AT HOME, NOT THE SPACE SHUTTLE LEAK! It was an interesting take on what was on the front of her mind and we were all pretty well caught off guard by it! To be an astronaut's wife...interesting insights.

At the last minute this morning I decided not to sign up for this next boot camp class. The schedule of getting home in time to shower and take care of Anna while juggling Paul's clinic schedule is more than I really want to go through again. DAMMIT if my boot camp instructor didn't just email me: "WHERE WERE YOU?!" Called out. Crap.