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Increment-al Return to Work

I've been sitting at home taking care of a babe for around 11 weeks now - and I think I have managed to open my work computer only twice(!). It's a miracle. Don't get me wrong, I love my job, but sometimes I need a moment to soak in all the happy -other- parts of life.

But today I actually brushed my hair, put on a dress, and blew Chris a big kiss as I ran out the door (while he juggled both kids :-/ Today I had to start thinking about my increment coming up. Basically, I will be the representative for our group during my increment which starts in December and goes through April. That means any big malfunctions, meetings, dockings, undockings, EVAs, reboosts, etc, etc, I will be the voice of ADCO! A huge opportunity and responsibility all at the same time. To say I'm excited AND nervous would be an understatement.

Today we got to shake the hand of one of the astronauts that will be onboard during this time. And, he, was able to put a face to a name/discipline. It may be motivation on both sides to do the best job we can for each other. So much work coming up at, well...work, but exciting times are on the horizon! Also, I forgot to take a picture AT work, so you are stuck with one of my many loneliness-induced snapchat selfies. yourwelcome.


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