Temp check 11/13: Uncorked

So, there's a passage in Tom Wolfe's The Right Stuff that has always stayed with me. He is describing an instance of early rocket plane testing in which Chuck Yeager's plane experienced what the boffins called inertia coupling and what the pilots referred to as becoming uncorked: the plane "lost all semblance of aerodynamics and fell out of the sky like a bottle or a length of pipe." Yeager fell seven miles unconscious before awakening at 25,000 feet and getting the plane into a spin. A spin is bad, but it is a better kind of bad than being uncorked, and Yeager managed to pull the plane and himself out of danger.

I feel like the WARMER program has become uncorked. I hope that in the next two weeks I can at least put it into a spin and pull out before augering in.

And that's all I'll say about that.

The week held one marathon day of some for-sale craziness, two D&D games, a catchup with Diane in a blessedly air-conditioned Panera, an oil change with some liquid sandwiches, a long luxurious dinner out with Coco and Sissy, and two full days at PAX, as well as other goodness. Still a good summer.