The days are certainly more low key now that the visitors are gone. Chip woke us up to a delicious breakfast of pancakes, and even made me a Mickey Mouse one. Today was the day for a water refill, which we had to do ourselves (out of sim; apparently some crews have gone to town in their suits, which seems rather silly), since the local support is out of town to attend to an illness in the family.

We got the truck attached to the trailer, which is conveniently positioned up a narrow, sandy hill. After a 15-point turn and lots of tire spinning, we got it hooked up. Marcus and I were in the truck and the rest of the crew was in the V'ger. We drove to town and got some fluids for the truck. This turned into lunch at Stan's Burger Shack, which wasn't a bad decision as they have the best shakes in all of Hanksville.

After our cholesterol had been sufficiently heightened, we took the truck to the pump and started filling the water tank. On the way, I managed to accidentally run over my sunglasses and completely annihilate them (that's why I never spend more than $10 bucks on the things). A quick trip to the Quik-E-Mart and I had new ones. I also learned that my truck is the VORTEC version of the S-10, which can haul 2.5-3 times as much as the regular version. Upon discovering this, I executed a series of Tim (the Toolman) Taylor grunts. I soon stopped and handed the keys over to Marcus, putting my pride aside in the best interest of my truck. I've never hauled a trailer until today, and it had about 3,000 pounds of sloshy water on it.

We coached the V'ger people to stay sufficiently ahead of our Barreling Cannon of Momentum, and coaxed it down the dirt road to the Hab. Chip contributed to this operation by warning us of impending turns and bumps. We could have never done it without him (is my tongue in my cheek or am I just being cheeky?). As soon as we got back to the Hab I ran inside. Today is fairly chilly and extremely windy. I have a thing about the wind, in that it makes me full of rage for some reason. Before I went inside, it bid farewell to me by spilling my melted shake all over my truck and my shoe. When I bent to pick up the cup, my scarf joined in the fun. By the time I made it to the airlock, everything sticky had become inundated with dirt. There will certainly be no astronomy tonight, as operation in high winds is prohibited. The EVA was likewise scrapped. Chip has thrown some lasagna in the oven which will be ready momentarily. I hope he keeps the stove on because it is cold in here tonight!