I am an astronaut.
Sitting in my tin can... far, far away.
(thank you for the inspiration, Mr Bowie :)
Having just "landed" after a 12+ hour journey to the Seattle area from launch central (Modesto, CA) with five fully grown
adult and adult like bodies - I am finally starting to feel my lower extremities again... seriously.
The weather was fortunate, although I am fearful that it obliged only to get me here and that the trek home will make up for the
kind weather experienced during our orbital trip northward.
We shall see.
We make this moon landing every three years or so and have done so since the inception of this team called family.
My wife and better half is from the Northwest and this reciprocation is, well, only fair to retain the healthy connection with all limbs to this interesting family tree.
So now that we are here - have connected, done some arrival shots and the like - it is very easy for me to better appreciate the sacrifices that my wife makes every day being so far away from her own.
At a time in our evolution where all of us feel so (virtually) connected to friends and relations - there really is no alternative to being in the moment, in the place, and together.
This astronaut is very fortunate.
(and) most wiling to brave my tin can as often as my co-pilot desires.
All systems go.
Holiday loves to all.
kdb
