So as a blogger I’m supposed to write something neat and witty about commanding my first ATV EVA (six short letters compressing the oxymoronic phrase “all-terrain vehicle extra-vehicular activity”):
Of course, being “commander” basically meant that my job was to keep everyone on the right road so we could hit all the fun spots before we ran out of air:
And now the wit and wisdom of the post-digerati blogosphere should be inserted here. But unfortunately work on a Mars station, shorthanded and overloaded with post-refit cleanup tasks which in turn generate reams of paperwork, has left me — has left us all — so tired that I can’t even think straight:
We’re having to jury-rig components to keep the station’s power working since the replacement generator hasn’t arrived yet …
… and don’t ask about the war with the Mighty Martian Mouse.
But, on the bright side, I have a beautiful dreamer sending me the staff of life (pound cake) by Earth-Mars express.
So yall have a good night and I’m going to catch some z’s.
-Anthony
