I'm in now from watching the operations of Potomac Consolidated TRACON, which, in less tortured *cough* prose, means sitting on the deck watching the planes to/fro Dulles airport. It's a fine night, clear, cool and a little wind after a perfect Spring day.

The junebug (there's only one, so far) and I had a nice time. He beat against the window panes and flopped drunkenly on the deck floor, while I sipped a nice South American Cab. Three satellites tonight and two last night. I suppose I should get interested enough to consult the Internets, which knows everything, to find the exact name, route, schedule, launch date, weight, and model of the satellites, then write a breathless post on how I'm recording them in my Moleskine and lament that climate change will rob me of their sight one day. But that might scuff the wonder of slinging a static-sensitive, gold-encased hunk of computing into Earth orbit, so I won't.

Twas a fine day, with meetings and technical puzzles and a modicum of success in both realms. Haircut and Walmart, post-work, for several items that I'll be returning. Because I love making two trips.

Here's your Thursday time-waster, a little early: Live Air Traffic - From Their Headsets To You