This should be my last post before LOS when my satellite comms drop out for about a week. We're currently steaming West in excess of 11 knots and as we leave the Angolan coast, we are also steaming out from under the footprint of the satellite I've been using to communicate with the outside world for the last 10 months. Because this move to the other side of the world is decidedly, very last-minute, we won't get access to the next satellite for at least a week. Paperwork, you know? So, sometime next week, or early into yet the next, we'll pop back into communication with the rest of humanity and the World-Wide Web.
I walked out on a deck this morning to have a look around while draining my first cuppa joe. It was dreary and grey. Sea the color of blued steel, faded, like the barrel of my old rifle on a cold November morning. Grey skies and the air so thick, you can see it. It felt sad and lonely up there so I came back in, quickly. I think it's likely just me, not looking forward to the loss of communication. I'm going to miss calls with my wife, LP in the background yelling, "I love you!", to get out of actually having to talk with her father on the phone. Going to miss the Internets, too and all you guys.
Well, this is it. I'll see you all on the other side, hopefully about one week out of Trinidad.
"Be safe and be happy today-tomorrow might be a real pisser." -me, right now
"So long, Earth. Catch you on the flip side." -Jack Swigert at lunar LOS, Apollo 13