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Back in the Saddle

This past weekend were my first days back on console since I had little baby Zara! A lot has changed - we are in a different room while our old Flight Control Room is updated, I'm no longer in the very front row, I have four landscape monitors and one portrait, the big board isn't curved. And most stuff hasn't changed - it is still super cold in there (thank goodness for heaters under the console), we still talk on loops and monitor data, we still have failures and plan our brains out with the Russians. Oh, and we still fly the space station and work to keep the astronauts safe. Business as usual in our somewhat unusual new digs.


Bonus points if you can spot my Dexcom!

Early Saturday morning three astronauts returned to Earth and many of their friends and family were watching from the mission control viewing room. The viewing room is a set of stadium seats behind us with glass in between. The weekend is a busy time for tours, so working the weekend feels a bit like being in a zoo. "Ohhh mom, look at those nerdy people silently sitting at those desks, staring at the Earth turn....they are so...beautiful." At least this is what I tell myself in my mind, hopefully they can see the Earth video downlink on the screen around my big head ;-)

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  1. I found the Dexcom. It might seem like i really did not, but I see it on the desk. Cool digs.

    I referred your blog to the TUDiabetes.org blog page for the week of June 20, 2016.

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