Thursday, September 28, 2006

November 11, 1975: Tuesday

About that statement last night. I don’t see how Kathy can stand to look at such an ugly face as mine. So I decide it is better to let things go their own way, and not force, analyze, or get paranoid. Right?

Sidebar Quote of the Day:
“I want her for her body. But if I end up with her soul, that’s all right, too.” - R. Rotworm

As it turned out today (she’s very tired) that perhaps she needs some one to tell her hassles to.

Today was cloudy and dark. It snowed, a lot for down here. That quiet kind of snow with no wind that frosts everything white.

First one to the lab this morning. Read the paper. Made a deal with the drillers to print pictures for fifty cents a print. Got some H2O2 and plastic cups from Bio-Mike. Helped on thin sections.

Cal and Kathy tried to straighten out some misunderstanding in the logging procedures about the runs. Must have had a dozen people in the lab this afternoon, most of them Navy.

The plan: when the weather clears five drillers will go out to 1A and assess the damage. If it can be fixed, they’ll establish radio contact and eventually everyone will move back out, with all the items needed for repair.

If the damage is too great, we’ll salvage what we can.

Bought Cathy a get well card.

Spent the evening gathering together the miscellaneous oceanographic data that Peter, Kathy, Howard, Cal, Henry, and I collected.

I’m in charge of organizing it into some sort of publishable form.

Spent:
Get Well Card: $0.25

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