Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Saturday, June 26, 1993

Now I'm down with a cold. I always get a cold when I don't get enough sleep. Managed to drag myself out of bed long enough to return the rental car. Then I went back to bed and slept most of the day.
Roy had a great view of an Atlas rocket blasting off. He saw the white fire and the rocket climbing into the sky and the boosters dropping off. The booming roar was tremendous. Everything shook. If we'd been in California, I'd have thought it was an earthquake, but since we're at Cape Canaveral, I knew it had to be a rocket. Got up to look but only saw the smoke trails in the sky.
Roy spent most of the day riding all over on his bicycle. He bought some charts and things. In the evening, he cooked supper. The dockmaster had given him part of a big bluefish he caught yesterday. I wasn't hungry, but I forced myself to eat a little to keep up my strength. Then I went back to sleep.

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