I think we've finally hit our mental weekend. We're getting silly
(well, sillier than normal), and becoming...not less useful, but less
efficient. It'll take us a few more minutes than normal to pick up on
things. So far, this hasn't caused any problems, just confusion, and
tomorrow is our day of rest. Especially since it's a holiday. There was
a spontaneous decision by the crew to paint roundish rocks, so we'll
have a hunt tomorrow, in suits. I don't think we've figured out what to
use for baskets, though. I'm thinking maybe I can make something out of
the 50 billion zip ties we have around here...

I'm never sure what to write about in these things. I try to give a
vet's perspective, or problems coordinating things. But there's always
so much more, or less, or just different. MDRS is such an
unconventional place that sticking to rigid structures works for very
little (some of engineering being the exception - but even that stuff
likes to misbehave and require long explanations). So I write this
every evening, never knowing what I'm going to write about until I'm
done, and then I'm always shocked at how much I, at least, can tell
what my mood is when I'm writing. But at that point, it's written, and
I'm sending it out for posterity.

And I think it's time, now, to send this in, before gravity claims yet
another crew member (no worries, there was no physical injury, just
bruised dignity).