And... slight crash

Something reminded me of Jerry's time in the hospital just now.  Not that I'd forgotten it, but it wasn't right there in the front of my mind, and then it was.  I'm not happy to be sad: I liked who I was these past few days.  Obviously a ways to go before I'm out of the woods, but this past weekend gave me a glimpse that that's even possible.  Which gives me hope.  Which I never imagined I'd have, ever.

But I do miss that man.

It's been another mostly gloomy, rainy day in Huntsville, although the sun did peek through a time or two.  I went out this morning and went to the Space Center and spent a few hours being overwhelmed by rocket science and following the history of the space program through the Apollo missions. (And noticing not so much discussion about what Wernher von Braun was up to during that pesky Second World War.)  Not to state the extremely obvious, but the Saturn V rocket is HUGE.  Anyway, Jerry and I had watched The Right Stuff some time this spring, so it was fun to learn a bit more about it all.  And the exhibit of the LEM and the moon rock reminded me of seeing a similar exhibit, at the Smithsonian perhaps?  Obviously it was some time in the late 1960s or early 1970s, back when we were all so excited about the space program.  (Yes, I'm old.)

Did some grocery shopping and then came back here.  Tomorrow I'll drive around and see more of the city.  It's supposed to be nicer out tomorrow.